You seem to think I can just summon him down here. That's not how this works... and anyway, I don't really care for demands being made of me.
[Even if he could call him right down, doing so would be suicidal for Squalo anyway.]
You look tired, Squalo.
[And if there's a bit of magic behind those words that have him slumping to the ground -- oh, well. He definitely needs a night in the hospital, honestly.]
[ He gestures wildly, yeah, still with the sword, a mad glint in his eye. He's completely forgotten all his agreements and reason at the moment. He just wants to fuck the entire Hell up, to hurt Lucifer, more importantly, piss off God -- ]
I'm -- I will tear this entire place down, I will... make...
[ As he speaks, his body grows heavy. Too heavy. He's so tired. More tired than he's ever been, and for once in his life, his grip falters, the sword falling to the floor before he sinks to his knees. The look on his face is that of betrayal as he still manages to turn his eyes to Lucifer's face. ]
...what... have...
[ what have you done to me is probably the most likely option of what he was going for, but he never finishes it. ]
[ instead, he just slowly faceplants into the floor and remains unmoving, seemingly fast asleep. ]
[ there's hoping with some drugs and maybe a little unconventional therapy he will feel better... or at least keep it in his mind to behave a little more next time. ]
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He's even managing to give an angel quite the headache.]
Squalo, He won't answer. You know that.
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You. You can get his attention. Do it. This ends one way or another.
[ maybe he needs a visit to the hospital again. or at least to be knocked the fuck out. ]
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[Even if he could call him right down, doing so would be suicidal for Squalo anyway.]
You look tired, Squalo.
[And if there's a bit of magic behind those words that have him slumping to the ground -- oh, well. He definitely needs a night in the hospital, honestly.]
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[ He gestures wildly, yeah, still with the sword, a mad glint in his eye. He's completely forgotten all his agreements and reason at the moment. He just wants to fuck the entire Hell up, to hurt Lucifer, more importantly, piss off God -- ]
I'm -- I will tear this entire place down, I will... make...
[ As he speaks, his body grows heavy. Too heavy. He's so tired. More tired than he's ever been, and for once in his life, his grip falters, the sword falling to the floor before he sinks to his knees. The look on his face is that of betrayal as he still manages to turn his eyes to Lucifer's face. ]
...what... have...
[ what have you done to me is probably the most likely option of what he was going for, but he never finishes it. ]
[ instead, he just slowly faceplants into the floor and remains unmoving, seemingly fast asleep. ]
[ there's hoping with some drugs and maybe a little unconventional therapy he will feel better... or at least keep it in his mind to behave a little more next time. ]