[Church waves a hand. Wave away the concern. It's fine. It's fine, it's okay, just a slip, we're not talking about it.]
I mean--you. Did you--?
[No. Why the fuck would Wash have ever missed him? He didn't talk to Epsilon because he didn't want to almost die again, and the short while he knew Wash, they were at each others' throats. Besides. They're here now. Better or worse.
[Does he? Can he? Does he have the right to say that he...considering their relationship, the scramble of uncertainty and back-and-forth and constant sniping and then outright hatred and denial and then, finally, release - does he have any right to say that he missed him?]
[It's good to hear, but he can't. He can't hear it right now. His brain's sitting in a tire rolling down a very rocky hill while buzzing on a pot of coffee, everything's running overtime to process and while he wears his emotions on his metallic sleeve, he's never been good with them.
An apology's a good place to start. Rather than a good place to end.]
You can't take it back. It's done. And no god damn amount of my being here is going to change what happened! It means even if I could leave, I can't, because going home means I will cease to exist!
So congratulations, Wash--you've exorcised all your demons and busted all your ghosts! And now this ghost is gonna go fuck off and make himself useful!
[He needs air and space and maybe a place to yell and kick things without people giving a fuck. He steps out, only to return a few short moments later.]
And I'm stealing your cat! C'mon, Ami, let's get you some sun.
[Closes his eyes, clenches his fists, shuts his mouth. Straightens, and lets him go. There's nothing he can say or do to make it better. The most he can give Church now is the one thing this conversation hasn't allowed, and that's space.]
Not necessarily stabbed. Strictly speaking, I'm far more likely to have my atoms scattered to the suns. That's a traditional demon punishment. But you know, if Shawn had the opportunity to stab me...
I smuggled some humans out of Hell, and that was very frowned upon by everyone.
Well, some other demons followed us eventually, and we had to flee back to the afterlife. But they're safe again for the moment - turns out it was never possible for them to earn their way into heaven, so the Judge granted me a reprieve while I try to prove why that sucks.
You drop these kinds of things on everyone unannounced?
[Just saying, all right? Wash, he can handle it. He can always handle it. It's just that he's, to his knowledge, the exception as opposed to the rule.]
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