Nigredo's echo was an amusement. Klavier leaving the room meant success to his original mission. Klavier leaving with Rubedo, however... Albedo seethed instantly, taking a step forward as warring instincts combined. What was left of sense inside of him understood entirely that Rubedo needed attention. And in the same breath? Rubedo was his, and the man couldn't just....
The Song rose infallibly, quick as a distraction in his mind, wrapping around him tight. Stopping patients from retreating was not part of the deal, now was it? Or stopping ones that would assist others so Albedo didn't negate on the other end of his deal--that rule, bound and ingrained into him despite his own will--no killing. But he knew. Knew more than anything. Rubedo wouldn't die. They hadn't had that fight yet, claws out and unnatural powers ablaze. And until they did, both would live. Horribly. Continue. Until it ended.
Violet had surrounded him again, rose up as Klavier make his move and left. As the door clicked shut, it died down somewhat, lacing across his skin like a lover's hand trailing. Gaze on the door, Albedo then looked at Nigredo. Baby had stopped playing the game, and after he was playing it so well, too. And then found his senses again, his seemingly emotionless mannerisms again; how drear. How boring. And Nigredo had allowed that incompetent fool of a man to take their sibling. How unwise.
Yes. How unwise. The man had left Nigredo alone with no distractions. A question rose to shoot at Nigredo, but Albedo conceded. There were things in the Institute that stalked the shadows, horrible monsters that came out at night, but none were worse than he was at the moment. None could touch what he was capable of. And Nigredo knew that. Clever, little brother. Very clever. Still protecting, in your hypocritical way. Still working against him.
But Albedo said none of that, that or the things that had already been said. Like he had noted, Nigredo had been damaged enough, and a toy wasn't fun if it was too broken. So instead, Albedo smirked, holding his hands out. "I sense our communion is done. How sad. I feel we were just beginning to know one another. But I'm... sure... there are other things that can keep us occupied, right?" He smiled. "You did come to play with me after all."
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The Song rose infallibly, quick as a distraction in his mind, wrapping around him tight. Stopping patients from retreating was not part of the deal, now was it? Or stopping ones that would assist others so Albedo didn't negate on the other end of his deal--that rule, bound and ingrained into him despite his own will--no killing. But he knew. Knew more than anything. Rubedo wouldn't die. They hadn't had that fight yet, claws out and unnatural powers ablaze. And until they did, both would live. Horribly. Continue. Until it ended.
Violet had surrounded him again, rose up as Klavier make his move and left. As the door clicked shut, it died down somewhat, lacing across his skin like a lover's hand trailing. Gaze on the door, Albedo then looked at Nigredo. Baby had stopped playing the game, and after he was playing it so well, too. And then found his senses again, his seemingly emotionless mannerisms again; how drear. How boring. And Nigredo had allowed that incompetent fool of a man to take their sibling. How unwise.
Yes. How unwise. The man had left Nigredo alone with no distractions. A question rose to shoot at Nigredo, but Albedo conceded. There were things in the Institute that stalked the shadows, horrible monsters that came out at night, but none were worse than he was at the moment. None could touch what he was capable of. And Nigredo knew that. Clever, little brother. Very clever. Still protecting, in your hypocritical way. Still working against him.
But Albedo said none of that, that or the things that had already been said. Like he had noted, Nigredo had been damaged enough, and a toy wasn't fun if it was too broken. So instead, Albedo smirked, holding his hands out. "I sense our communion is done. How sad. I feel we were just beginning to know one another. But I'm... sure... there are other things that can keep us occupied, right?" He smiled. "You did come to play with me after all."