The sickness? If he were honest, he'd actually heard more about the spreading sickness than he'd seen of it himself, be it from a lack of contact with those infected or else the hiding of symptoms by those same people. Just earlier tonight there had been talk of a cure, and Landel... Well, Landel was right. It would be boring if things turned out the same for everyone. It would be so much more interesting to watch if there was a variety.
"Well, well... You're certainly well-informed—not that I'd expect anything less. It is your 'hospital', after all," Izaya mused. His earlier smile lingered on his face, but any warmth was slowly draining from it. Landel's response had indicated that he knew exactly who he was dealing with—Orihara Izaya, information broker, not the 'Joshua Takahashi' that Venkman and the nurses had addressed—so there was little need for pretenses outside the game of feeling Landel out, of trying not to appear at a complete disadvantage.
He laced his fingers together, peering across the office at Landel.
"So you're interested in what exactly—starting up a little witch-hunt?" he asked, looking first for confirmation, to ensure everything was absolutely clear. If Landel wanted to stir things up and have a few casualties along the way, turning the populace against itself was certainly one way to do it. What Landel was saying he wanted from Izaya was something he would have considered anyway—spreading few rumors about the sickness, then spicing things up with a little panic to see what the human mind would turn to out of fright... "If I were to agree, what are you prepared to offer in exchange for my... services?"
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"Well, well... You're certainly well-informed—not that I'd expect anything less. It is your 'hospital', after all," Izaya mused. His earlier smile lingered on his face, but any warmth was slowly draining from it. Landel's response had indicated that he knew exactly who he was dealing with—Orihara Izaya, information broker, not the 'Joshua Takahashi' that Venkman and the nurses had addressed—so there was little need for pretenses outside the game of feeling Landel out, of trying not to appear at a complete disadvantage.
He laced his fingers together, peering across the office at Landel.
"So you're interested in what exactly—starting up a little witch-hunt?" he asked, looking first for confirmation, to ensure everything was absolutely clear. If Landel wanted to stir things up and have a few casualties along the way, turning the populace against itself was certainly one way to do it. What Landel was saying he wanted from Izaya was something he would have considered anyway—spreading few rumors about the sickness, then spicing things up with a little panic to see what the human mind would turn to out of fright... "If I were to agree, what are you prepared to offer in exchange for my... services?"