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If it were me, I'd put a garbage can over her.

Even if she still follows you, it would be an improvement.

[He actually manages an amused snort at that.]

Oh, yeah, probably.

I'm not that far from the hotel, why don't you come down and do that? We can see if we can't figure out what's up with these things.

As long as you don't mind my other nameless dead Ishbalan tagging along, I'd quite like to.

[There's a terrible thing to have a growing collection of...]

Oh, by all means bring him along. I don't think you could stop him, anyway.

[This is fine. Yep. Everything's good here.]

No, I doubt I could. I'll get dressed and be down shortly.

[It takes her a bit longer than expected, the apparition needs to be shooed out and kept out while she gets dressed. She heads out of the hotel, the silent Ishbalan strolling behind her. It's unnerving. Guttle is also with her, confused but not distressed.]

[Envy really isn't far, it turns out. And oh god, there she is. The bitch herself. Well, not really, but it looks the same. Her lip curls as she approaches.]

All things considered, I suppose I got off easy.

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[It would be a lie to say it wasn't a huge relief when she finally got downstairs, dead Ishbalan or not, because it means he's not alone with the silent ghost anymore.]

I think these things not talking means we both got off a little easier than we could have.

[Honestly, as far as he's concerned, being followed around by your creator's not a walk in the park either. But he'd rather not have a Talk about that right this second.]

Let's go find a garbage can, our existential crises can wait until after that.

If they could talk, we could at least perhaps know what they want.

[Or how long they're going to hag around. These things usually don't last longer than a day or two.]

[But Envy has the right idea. She narrows her eyes at the image of their master and starts wandering down an alley for a proper trash bin.]

If they even want anything.

Who knows, they could just be here to fuck with us.

I mean, they've gotta be some kind of Pokemon, right? The ones who can do illusions are all dark or ghost types, I think...

[Not that them being Pokemon makes him any less in favor of the garbage plan. They were doing this, they could deal with the consequences of it.]

[He's trying very hard not to look at Dante's image much. The Ishbalan, he does spare a more curious look at, but doesn't bring him up for the moment.]

There--that one looks big enough.

[He points to one that's partway full. They'll have to dump it out.]

There's no other explanation. There were so many ghost types at the festival, I'm sure it's their doing.

[Why, god only knows. Lust has given up trying to decipher the minds of Pokemon, even her own half of the time.]

[She joins Envy, in both inspecting the can and ignoring the ghosts as much as possible. It's...more unnerving than she'd anticipated, seeing them in the same space.]

[Those two lives shouldn't come together.]

This one should work.

[She wrinkles her nose and glances around. She's not touching garbage. Sure they're not being watched, she tips it over.]

Must be.

[Envy makes a disgusted face of his own as the garbage comes spilling out onto the concrete...but honestly, being distracted by how gross the trash is is better than paying attention to the ghosts.]

[He does go and help her to tip it so that it'll be easier to pick up without touching much, but then he looks torn.]

[Nothing terrible would happen if he helped her lift the can and put it over the probably-ghost type. There wouldn't be any punishment--it probably won't even start talking, much less attack them.]

[But as he glances back at the thing, something in him still seizes up in fear at the idea of actually doing it.]

Okay, go ahead. She's all yours.

[He tries to play it off, stepping aside and making a showy gesture with his arms.]

[Lust just raises an eyebrow at Envy and shrugs. If he doesn't want to join in, that's his choice.]

[She has no such hesitations. She lifts the now empty can with a small grunt and steadies it on her shoulder. Now she turns and faces the vision of their old master. God, what a small and pathetic thing she seems now. More pitiable than frightening - though perhaps that's easy to think, when confronted with a harmless shadow.]

[It doesn't matter. It looks like the miserable bitch, and this is as close as Lust ever wants to be to the woman ever again.]

This is where you belong.

[With little other fanfare, Lust plops the trash can upside down over the ghost.]

[And now, while Envy doesn't want to actually join in? He is just fine with watching this go down.]

[Because it really is honestly kind of funny. And satisfying to see.]

Damn right it is.

[Saying those words is actually pretty satisfying, too, even if he almost doesn't.]

[The ghost, as they'd thought, doesn't attack or do anything to stop the incoming trashcan, and actually does stay underneath it for now. The Gastly will let them have this one it's okay, it doesn't hurt or nothin'.]

Oh that felt good.

[There's simply the upturned garbage can now. Lust dusts off her hands and nods with a sense of accomplishment. It did feel good. If it weren't for the fact that she knows there's a Pokemon under there, she'd give it a good kick, as well.]

Miserable bitch.

[That feels good, too. Actually saying it, almost to the bitch in question's face.]

Ha, that felt good to watch.

[He actually braves a snicker, riding that high of total lack of consequences for either of them. Although now that she's out of sight...]

[He glances at Lust's Ishbalan nerd.]

Hey, so...I don't know how you feel about yours, but...I could go find another trash can if you wanted.

[Creators are...complicated. He knows she's not as angry as he is with Hohenheim, he'd know if she was. But...that doesn't mean she's not angry at all.]

Oh...

[Lust finally looks at her own ghost. he's just standing there, with that mildly pleasant expression on his face. She doesn't know what her feelings about him really are, but she doesn't want to put him in a garbage bin.]

No. No, I don't think so. He doesn't upset me. I just feel...oh, I don't know. Guilty and sad, I suppose. Is that strange?

[He's not going to insist she puts him in a trash bin, so he just shrugs and leaves the offer at that.]

Sad, sure...why guilty, though?

[He sounds a little confused, but willing to listen. Although it's strange...this isn't something they've ever really talked about before.]

[It surprises Lust, that Envy asks that question. It's something that she's so used to thinking about, it never occurred to her that she'd never outright shared it.]

He gave me a second life for a reason. One that I...have no interest in. Even if he were still alive. I have no feelings of love for him. Which is enough alone to make me feel a sort of vague guilt, but...

I rather went out of my way, didn't I, in distributing those feelings elsewhere.

[Oh boy is this not something Envy was expecting to hear either. His back straightens; this is something he's always felt very strongly about, even if it used to manifest more in the form of vengeful rage.]

You don't have to feel guilty for that.

[Those words come out abruptly, almost automatic, and he pauses, trying to work out what to say. But his words still have an intensity behind them when he does continue.]

Bringing you back...that was his choice and he never thought to give you one. Just because he made you doesn't mean you should have to be what he wanted. We're not their dolls. We're people.

I know that. I don't feel as though I owe him those things.

[Envy's vehemence is surprising.]

But the fact remains that I was a person who loved him, and who he loved. So much so that I still exist. And that's all I know about him. Just that he loved me so very much.

I don't think I would feel this way, if he hadn't been Scar's brother. That...was always there. Even at the best times, the awareness was...always there. It's not my guilt alone I'm bearing.

[It isn't as though she doesn't know. They had only ever talked on it briefly, once or twice. They couldn't talk about it, without more pain. No matter what they had found together, no matter how much he had loved her, there was always that part of him that believed fully it would have been best if she didn't exist at all.]

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