Izaya listened intently as Landel laid out the terms of what he was after. It was really quite simple when it came down to it: cause a few deaths and be rewarded for it. With five deaths and four other people beside himself having been recruited for the task, it even seemed easy... Only one death required per person.
As for the payment Landel was willing to offer... He couldn't say it wasn't enticing; after all, it was difficult to enjoy observing humans to the fullest when he couldn't maintain a distance from them. Maybe it hadn't been punishment for one of the missions, exactly, but the unpleasant memory of getting caught in the gassing of the cafeteria rose to mind at the thought.
"That's not a bad offer," he conceded. If he were to be exempt from punishments for such failures in the future... wouldn't it be fun to encourage people to fail them on purpose? "But before I decide whether or not to accept this job, allow me to clarify one last point. I'm sure there are many people here whose morals could be bent with the right amount of leverage," (and in fact, Izaya was counting on it), "so if I'm one of the five you chose to speak with, it's not necessarily a matter of looking for someone to carry out killings themselves. Keeping that in mind: as long as the end result is the same, I'm free to go about fulfilling your requirements however I prefer, correct? I can stick to what I know best—'spreading rumors and inciting hysteria', as you put it—as long as one of the infected dies as a result."
Taking matters into his own hands may have been the simplest course of action to guarantee the result, but it was also one that didn't interest him at all. He would much rather watch what others would do... especially the other four that had been called to the same task. Seeing how they went about things could prove fascinating.
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As for the payment Landel was willing to offer... He couldn't say it wasn't enticing; after all, it was difficult to enjoy observing humans to the fullest when he couldn't maintain a distance from them. Maybe it hadn't been punishment for one of the missions, exactly, but the unpleasant memory of getting caught in the gassing of the cafeteria rose to mind at the thought.
"That's not a bad offer," he conceded. If he were to be exempt from punishments for such failures in the future... wouldn't it be fun to encourage people to fail them on purpose? "But before I decide whether or not to accept this job, allow me to clarify one last point. I'm sure there are many people here whose morals could be bent with the right amount of leverage," (and in fact, Izaya was counting on it), "so if I'm one of the five you chose to speak with, it's not necessarily a matter of looking for someone to carry out killings themselves. Keeping that in mind: as long as the end result is the same, I'm free to go about fulfilling your requirements however I prefer, correct? I can stick to what I know best—'spreading rumors and inciting hysteria', as you put it—as long as one of the infected dies as a result."
Taking matters into his own hands may have been the simplest course of action to guarantee the result, but it was also one that didn't interest him at all. He would much rather watch what others would do... especially the other four that had been called to the same task. Seeing how they went about things could prove fascinating.