week 0 ( monday )

[subordinacy]

[Hey, partner.

After that delightful explanation about the Game, and taking the time to digest it (among other things), Setz is off to find the person whose life is apparently, whether he likes it or not, tied to his.

Once he does, he approaches him, his expression unreadable, before he holds out an open bag of chips that he bought from a vending machine. Want some?]

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[subordinacy]

[Stuck with difficult people in life and in death, apparently. He just eyes Jacopo for a moment, before almost imperceptibly shaking his head.]

All right, you don't like to answer questions. Noted.

[grano]

[ you've got that right! jacopo sighs, shrugging. ]

We're partners. All I'm saying is that you should have a bit of faith in me — I've lived long enough. You, on the other hand, are young: I may as well spend my time in this junkyard ensuring that you can return to the life you knew so well.

[subordinacy]

... You're only a couple of years older than me, though. [JACOPO PLEASE YOU'RE NOT ANCIENT (YET).] Though I also wanted to discuss that with you. We might as well make sure we're on the same page here, or that we at least have an idea of what the other wants.

[That is to say—]

If this "Game" plays out as our host claimed, what are your intentions for it?

[grano]

I'm a grown man, I assure you. There's a vast difference between us.

[ sheepish smile! ]

To discover who's doing the Erasing and putting an end to them. Minimizing casualities, what have you.

[subordinacy]

[Setz just raises an eyebrow at that, but sure, Jacopo, go ahead and bask in your adult-ness.]

... Same. Some casualties might be inevitable, but...

[There's something firm—resolute—in his expression now.]

I have no intention of erasing at people at random, no matter what "boon" our host may offer. Let me make that clear now.