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cw: eye trauma mention

[boneshears]

I intend to return the favor.

[It sounds so simple. It doesn't let on that there's been research that went into this, a hoarse argument with Montgomery while the latter still had Gabriel's blood on his hands from stitching his wounds and eyelid shut to try and save his sight to stop him from bringing his fury to bear on everyone Atem knew and held dear, the research journals pored over in the dark office in the depths of the Prison, the workput into constructing the closest the peninsula could get to a modern artificial heart - but none of that is important now. That was business that would be dealt with entirely between him and Atem.]

I won't kill him - God knows I only kill people if they're stupid enough to try and get in my way or trying to kill me - but I will make him feel every single inch of what he did to me. What he made me relive. Hell, I won't even blind him, which is far greater a kindness than he deserves.

[youngtimer]

[oh. OH. Horatio feels his lungs clench around the breath he was in the middle of taking, but thankfully he's very good at keeping a straight face.

he's going to vivisect Atem. Atem, who already died by that once: twice, if you counted the parasitic infestation that he himself helped end, hands covered in a new friend's blood.

Atem Is Not Going To Be Okay after this. But at the same time, he recognizes why Gabe needs to do it: and that he would have very similar thoughts, himself, if someone had tried that shit on him. Regardless of the way he personally feels about it, of how he knows it will go down on the other end, he can't be angry. He can't stop him, or speak out against it - not only does he have no right, but it's neither his place nor his business.

Instead of any other, broader reaction, Horatio nods slowly, his jaw and mouth pressed as he finishes breathing in.]

When?

[he just ... doesn't want to be there. or anywhere near wherever it's going to happen. so that if any of their friends come to him and say "you know Gabriel. DID YOU KNOW?" he has plausible deniability and will not have to choose a side.]

[boneshears]

Telling you that would make you complicit.

[There's the edges of that old, clipped way he'd spoke when he hadn't been here long. When Lux was still a name he hid behind. Strictly business. Horatio might be good at keeping his face straight, but Gabriel's been doing it longer. Reading people. Watching how they move.

And since he'd become a manticore, reading it in the way their heart thrums and how anxiety scents the air.]

The New Year. I'll not give you enough information to risk your friends accusing you of being complicit.

[youngtimer]

I know this is a really weird time for me to say something like this, but: I appreciate the hell out of you, Gabe.

[even when he's planning a little quid pro quo for a close friend, Gabe is honest and considerate. Javert is cut of the same cloth, he thinks: they're Considerate Monsters, unwilling to hide their monstrosity, but equally unwilling to let it make them barbarians. he can only hope he's becoming another example of the same. those signs of anxiety and stress Gabe was sensing ooze away to an almost eerie calm: old assassin habits of his own coming back into play]

I should probably go let Celeste know I'm not chilling out in the sea of stars ... Fog only knows how she's been about my absence.

[boneshears]

[His brow creases. It's a very odd thing to say, but then again - Gabriel isn't good at people.]

Go - you owe that girl dinner for napping that long.

[youngtimer]

Din-- uh. If she doesn't rip my throat out, I might just give that a try.

[thank you for adding another small heart attack to his upcoming itinerary, Gabriel, he needed that.]

Give my best to Monty.