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Heaven forbid that anyone see you with your hair not all done-up, Jack.

[Though one must remember that this is coming from Ardyn, the guy who sports a head of floof hair anyway. So of course he doesn't see the necessity in it, even though he's just poking subtle fun.]

I'll be there shortly.

[It doesn't take long for Ardyn to arrive, and just as expected, the door is unlocked so he lets himself in. He makes an announcement, just because it's polite, before he shuts the door behind him.]

I'm here, Jack.

[Though with no one to greet him just yet, he will indeed take up the offer for a strong drink. He'll cross the room and move to pour himself something strong, and one for Jack as well, whenever his friend appears.]

Neat. Be out when my bangs start cooperating.

[ No one can see him in his natural state. He doesn't take too terribly long, at least? His hair is still kinda damp and he's got his dingy, patched-up Hyperion sweater on - it's a far cry from his normal preening. He'll just be scooping that drink up, thanks, downing roughly the entire thing. ]

You don't make a bad drink, Ardyn. Ever consider bartending if this whole law professor thing doesn't work out?

[ He's stalling, but at least he's not trying to hide it. ]

[He'll humor the stalling. It's a Sunday; Ardyn has no pressing issues today (other than this new development), and he's in no hurry to move anything along.

That should be obvious by the way he's going to make himself at home, settling into a chair, leaning back and crossing a leg with his glass in hand. Unlike Jack, he'll nurse his drink for now, and he'll pretend not to eye that Hyperion sweater.]

I've thought about it. [Of course he hasn't, but he'll play along for the sake of the joke.] You can be my guinea pig until I commit.

Well, considering I used to do straight shots of Everclear, I'd probably make a hell of a tester Pre--tty sure it's basically impossible to kill me with alcohol poisoning at this point.

[ It calms him down a little, the casualness - like this is totally normal, the kind of conversation you'd have with anybody. Juuuuust refilling his glass real quick, then settling down nearby. ]

Talked to Rosalind about it, so I'm less freaked, but it's still got me edgy. [ A beat. ] I remember being in a town, some shitty little Western town - like the fake ones you can go to? Place was dusty. Hot as hell. It was me and this chick back-to-back, shooting down these crazy-ass people coming at us with axes and stuff.

[ A beat. ]

And I was just having the time of my life. Never felt that good before.

[He’s quiet as he listens, trying to paint the setting in his head that Jack is describing. It’s odd — he thought it would have had something to do with space, but instead he’s hearing something that just reeks of a scene from a western. A western with axes, apparently.

He takes another drink, feeling the burn as it goes down. He’s trying to figure out how to parse this for his friend; it’s easy enough to write off such an attack as self-defense. Without the entirety of the story, who would he be to judge one way or another?

The enjoyment of killing on the other hand, well. That’s a bit harder to justify.]

Do you know why you thought it was so enjoyable? Or rather, I should say, was this a feeling born from something like… revenge? Like these people deserved it, for whatever reason that might be?

Oh yeah, definitely. [ He almost says it a little too quickly, a little too casually, but the tone is genuine. ] Jesus, Ardyn, they were like - like wild animals. Like none of them had shirts on, and they all wore these fucked up masks... pretty sure some were wearing people's faces? Wasn't kidding about the nipple salad thing, and I'm pretty sure they weren't either.

[ A pause. Jack takes a long pull off his drink, eyes drifting to some unfocused point on the far wall. ]

Felt like I was doing something good by killing them, y'know? That's... that's natural. These guys were insane. They were a menace. [ Another pause. ] But I mean, I really enjoyed killing them. Like pop-a-boner enjoyed it. And the chick I was with, I remember laughing over the gunshots with her and thinking sweet mother of shit, I love this woman.

[ And yet another pause. ]

You know, I can't even pretend to be sad for those crazy sons of bitches. That's what's freaking me out, I think. Other than the boner thing.

[He watches Jack's expression, trying to read what's there in conjunction with the explanation itself. He gathers certainty and uncertainty both, and he considers for a moment in which direction he wants to steer this conversation.]

You know, thus far, there's been a dividing line with these memories of ours. [With his free hand, Ardyn makes a little gesture in the air, as if drawing an imaginary line. Humor him and his dramatics, okay.] What we remember has been delegated to fantasy, some far-away life that might be novel or disturbing or confusing, but we can step away from them in our reality, and say, "Well, that isn't me now. It doesn't really matter what happened in them, in the end."

[His turn to pause.] I've started to wonder what might happen once we started remembering too much, though. Becoming privy to a personality that doesn't line up with what we know of ourselves. And so, I feel the need to ask you this, Jack... Does knowing that you enjoyed killing those people -- who you might have been very well justified in doing so -- make you feel like a different person now?

[ Jack listens to it all with his drink in hand, fingers tented loosely over it. He's not grave, exactly, but there's an absolute dead seriousness in his demeanor that doesn't see daylight much. ]

It's weird, because I was talking with that Dave kid the other day about this. Only a couple people have more than one or two memories as far as I know, so it's not a huge problem right now, but it will be - remembering too much. Makes you kinda question who you really are after a while.

[ He drains the rest of his glass, expression blank as he rattles the ice around. ]

And for the question, yeah. Sorta. [ A breath; his words rush out on the exhale. ] Because I have killed somebody before, but it didn't feel good. I didn't like it.

[ And then he drops his head, fingers raking through his hair and ruining all his careful styling. So there's fucking that. Official bestie status obtained, con.. gratulations? ]

[And that certainly is enough to give him pause.

Ardyn adopts seriousness proper in his own tone. Uncommon for him, but he knows when such a thing isn't necessary; now would be one of those times. There's a lot he could respond with. But the most obvious comes first.]

...What happened?

[As a lawyer, and the expectations placed upon him as a result, perhaps his response should not be so simplistic. But he'll not be maudlin about it, and he wants to hear the whole story if Jack will share it.

Bestie status obtained, indeed. ]

Guy that shot my wife. Cliche as hell, I know. [ He's avoiding eye contact now, and standing up to get himself another drink is an excellent way to do it. This martini is going to be dirty as hell. ] Thought it'd make me feel better. Give me some closure. Like the heroes in action movies, y'know? Ya go out, ya take revenge, and everything gets better at the end. Somehow.

Well, it didn't. Didn't fix anything.

[ He taps an uneven staccato out on the countertop, as if thinking. ]

Nnnnnot really sure if you want details? It's not gory or anything, but it's different if you know it actually happened. Kinda freakier.

[His gaze follows Jack, and when he's done speaking, he shifts to lean forward, elbows on his knees. Ardyn downs his drink in one go this time, then idly clinks at the glass with a fingernail when he's done.]

I don't know what it's like to feel that way, but I can't imagine revenge often brings closure in general. [Oh, the irony of that statement. He'll laugh at it one day. But for now, he believes it wholeheartedly.

Ardyn stands, moving over to the same countertop that Jack's leaning against, under the pretense of making himself another drink.]

If you want to tell me, I'll listen. I won't say that I'm not curious.

Not much to tell, if I'm being honest. Went and found the guy, beat him, dragged him to a construction site, and strangled him. Dumped the body in a cement mixer. By the time anybody found him, the guy was puree. [ Shrug. ] Cops didn't look too hard into the case. Who cares about another dead 'banger anyway?

[ It's like reciting the weather, not confessing to murder. ]

That's why it kinda freaks me out that the other guy liked it so much. For me, it was just business - but for him, it was fun.

I see.

[He'll not respond with more until he's poured himself another drink proper. Again, perhaps this is not something that should be so easily shared with a lawyer, someone who's under obligation to not overlook such moral... quandaries, but Ardyn is here as a friend first and foremost. He also knows when some things are better left in the past, for everyone's sake. This is a heavy conversation, and a heavy admission comes with it -- but Jack can trust Ardyn with this, that much is for certain.

So, when he turns around, concern is more prevalent than judgment. The latter is non-existent. The former? He does a terrible job of hiding when it starts to overflow too much.]

So then it's a matter of whether or not you choose to be defined by your actions in a past life. [But even as he says it, he knows it's not so easy.] Sociopathic tendencies or otherwise.

[And a quick addendum to that:] I suppose, in the end, it's going to come down to which life you think might resonate with you the most. But for what it's worth, I don't consider the current you to be a bad person, Jack. The fact that this bothers you is a good sign. If it didn't, then I'd be truly worried.

[ Jack listens carefully, finally looking up to search Ardyn's face for any signs of... he doesn't know. Dishonesty? He's not exactly afraid of going to jail or anything, considering the... circumstances... but still, it could freak a guy out. Wouldn't freak Jack out if Ardyn confessed to murder, but Jack is Jack. He'll roll with anything.

So there's a moment of pause. ]

Ya know what? I really don't know which one feels more... I dunno, real. It's crazy, but I was so much happier in that version. Not just at that moment - I mean in general.

[ He stands up from the bar and turns, leaning back against it instead. Things feel less serious when he pretends they're nothing. ]

So. [ A beat. He flashes a smile. ] You ever kill anybody? You can tell me.

["Freaking out" is not a term that applies so easily to Ardyn. It would be a lie to say that he isn't concerned to a degree, but it'd be a different issue altogether if he thought Jack would be keen on repeating such an act in the present day -- he chooses to give his friend the benefit of the doubt, and it's with this confidence that Ardyn feels comfortable putting his faith in him. Whether or not this proves to be naive in the future, they'll all find out eventually.]

No. [He looks at him directly, something of a cant to his gaze.] Do I look like the type of man who'd be able to kill someone else?

Didn't think I was either 'til I did it. I'm not a great guy, but I'm not a killer! That would be teeeeeerible! Then you're so pissed and so hurting that you're kneeled in the dirt, watching the light die in someone's eyes. It's crazy. If you manage to hit that point, there's no telling what kind of shit you'll do.

[ Maybe he enjoyed it just a little more than he let on. Jack doesn't notice, at least; he waves his hand. ]

I think you're pretty safe, though. You've probably got a fuse the length of here to the moon.

[And here Ardyn lifts a brow. It's not like he can't understand what Jack is saying, he knows that emotions like pain and sorrow are relentless driving forces behind such acts.]

Maybe I'm just better at hiding my irritation.

[Or maybe he does let offense roll off of him, like water.]

Do you regret it?

It didn't help.

[ It's not much of an answer, he knows, and so Jack stares back down into his glass and chews at his lip, rethinking it. ]

There wasn't any point to it. Waste of my time and his life. Probably sounds cold, but me and him knew what we were getting into with that lifestyle - you ever see a gangbanger with a 401K?

[ A beat. ]

I just thought I was the only one at risk. Least I didn't follow him home and kill his whole family or something.

[It's an answer that's telling, regardless.]

You don't have to justify it to me. I'm only asking in order to delineate your current self from the one you remember. What good will my judgments do for you now, after all? I won't patronize you in that way, and you don't need a lecture.

[He can't relate, but he can try to understand. Just... don't murder anyone else, all right, Jack? Ardyn is nicely slotting that into the "unmentionables" category, just for you.]

For example, I have a feeling the "you" that enjoyed killing would have answered me quite differently. I still have questions about your memory, if you're still willing to talk about it more.

Nah, that me would've said something like if you cross a guy, don't be surprised when he comes back around and kills the crap out of you.

[ And here's another shrug, pushing his glass aside to give Ardyn his full attention. ]

And yeah, sure. Shoot.

[He gesture of his hand as he asks.]

Well, firstly, who was the woman? Do you know?

No idea. I remember saying her name, but I can't remember what it was. [ And he sounds genuinely frustrated by this, staring into space as he tries to picture the scene again. ] But I was - she was important. To me. It feels like that was a pretty big deal.

[ It's hard to explain, he's having visible trouble getting the right words together - Jack waves a hand aimlessly, as if it's going to help. ]

But I loved her. I think. She was damn sexy, I know that, but it wasn't just that. I trusted her. I dunno, I... [ A pause. ] She made me really happy.

[An admittance of love is a heavy thing. Ardyn pauses in turn.]

You loved her, and she seemed to share your inclinations for murder. A match made in heaven. [An observation, really, nothing snide in his remark.] A spouse maybe?

Maybe - I know we were some kinda thing, because I remember thinking about how hard we were gonna fuck when we were done blowing people's brains outta their noses. Like, right there. On the ground. With all the dead people.

[ Yyyyyyes this is sounding progressively crazier and crazier. ]

I think I did. I loved her. [ He chews his lip again. ] And whoever the hell I was, I didn't give two shits about anybody else. We were the only people on Earth that mattered.

[Well, that's a thing.]

As... romantic as that sounds, it also reeks of something unhealthy. Not your happiness, per se, but the sociopathy and narcissism. Love certainly isn't exclusive to any of these things.

[Up comes a hand to rub at the stubble on his chin.]

This life of yours continues to become more and more interesting, but even you have to admit it's a little disconcerting in more than one way.

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