voice;

[amoray]

So what are you gonna do when they outlaw all that superheroin' nonsense you all lowe so damn much?

[to his credit, he's trying to sound grave. (it isn't working.)]

We take this - and we're goin' to, since we got such big pushers for mustard-bellied diplomacy in charge around here - they ain't gonna be satisfied 'til they got us all on leashes. And at the first signs a dissent, they're gonna hang us by 'em. I sure hope you lot can handle the usage a our powers bein' a criminal offense, since that's the next thing to go. A Wulcanus gun in ewery Natiwe hand and a trackin' chip in ewery filthy imPort, right?

[a theatrical pause. contrary to his usual habit of getting worked up in his tirades, eridan's been very calm (albeit smug in his "my unreasonable paranoia was entirely justified" kind of way) but no less intense throughout.]

We start goin quietly into that good fuckin' nocturnal phase and we aint newer gonna stop.

Comments

private;

[enigmaestro]

No, I'm really not. But I wouldn't view this so much as rejection as you screwing up again.

I had nothing invested save for some misplaced guilt, which you have now absolved me of. [True about the guilt, perhaps not so much the former fragment.]

private;

[amoray]

Beliewe me, it's a rejection.

[the good idea would be to hang up, since it's all said and done. eridan doesn't get many of those. he wants the last word here, even if he's never going to get it.]

Then if you had nothin' inwested, I'm doin' you a fawor.

Now you don't ewen gotta pretend you care about me or my feelins.

private;

[enigmaestro]

It's really much more your mistake. Don't you think I tested this outcome? And the series of outcomes to follow? [YES HE IS BLUFFING, but Eridan is so emotional now, it's a fun gamble.] I wanted you to realize that you're the cause of all your own misery, so when you can trace the trauma to come back to this moment. Well. I'll be here to cash in my I told you so, don't you fret.

You'd only do the same.

private;

[amoray]

You... you are fuckin' unbeliewable.

[he scoffs, a little disbelieving himself.]

I hawe seen some ego, but holy shit do you got a fuckin' ego, Nygma. You got the globes to look me in the fuckin' face and tell me I ain't gonna ewer be any sorta happy or content if I ain't kissin' your ass.

[an outraged little scoffing type noise again!!]

Fuckin' ridiculous!

private;

[enigmaestro]

I don't know why you find any of this remotely surprising, really.

private;

[amoray]

Ugh!

[UGHHHHHHHHHHHH.]

Do you ewen care? Is any a this ewen registerin' emotionally for you, or is this just some other argument to win?

private;

[enigmaestro]

I care about every argument. [HE CARES TO WIN] Why is my emotional output of any value to you, anyway?

private;

[amoray]

[there really is a long stunned pause here!!

AND THEN HE (FINALLY) HANGS UP.]