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【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】

You know the drill. Here's an open post/call me out for all of your Ly RP related needs. Put the character's name in the subject line, get a thread! Feel free to comment with a scenario or post a blank one and I'll come up with something. The muselist is here!

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[rebellions]

[Oh, so that's what's going on here. That's the reason why Mitsunari is getting so worked up about the whole thing? Because it closely resembles what happened to one of his lords? Ragna's scowl deepens as the other man continues with his story; he doesn't exactly feel like being a stepping stone in someone's redemption arc or whatever this is shaping up to be.]

I ain't your lord, dumbass.

[As if that requires any clarification.]

Though I guess you already know that, since you're painting his case as some kinda noble sacrifice and calling me a selfish asshole.

[He can't judge Hanbei's decision, of course, but he sure knows he wouldn't describe his own as "noble" or "a sacrifice". Hell, he might not be able to argue that he's being selfish ─ but if that's what it takes to protect people important to him, then fine by him. Ragna can be a jerk if it keeps them all safe.

(Even if he inflicts pain on them, it's to spare them something far worse; that's... fair, right?)]

How the hell do you know it would've made you feel any better if you'd known beforehand?

[curseking]

[ That question silences him for a moment. ]

...I do not. There you go. Are you happy to hear me admit it? That knowing in advance would change nothing? Not my emotions, not the events that shall come to pass -- nothing.

[ He doesn't try to reign in the spite or bitterness in his tone. ]

You delayed the inevitable suffering of knowing the truth. That is all. I will not commend you for it.

[rebellions]

[No. No, the admission doesn't make Ragna happy, nor does he feel victorious, even though the conversation seems to have turned into a fight somewhere down the line. He doesn't expect thanks, either; sparing someone the pain they'd experience sooner or later is hardly worth gratitude.

But he still thinks it's worth it.]

There you have it.

[If the end result will be the same regardless, why not let his crew enjoy themselves without having to worry about them a little longer?

The only problem is, things are gonna get more complicated now that Mitsunari knows about his condition.]

... Guess there's no point in telling you to forget everything I said, huh?

[If only it were this simple.]

[curseking]

[ Bluntly: ]

No.

[ But now Mitsunari has to make a decision. What is he going to do with this information? There are three things to take into consideration.

1. The crew deserves to know the truth.

2. Ragna doesn't want them to know the truth.

3. Them knowing is not going to change the outcome.

...No, that's not quite it. There's one more thing to consider.

4. Does he, Mitsunari, have the right to decide to tell what is ultimately Ragna's own personal secret?

He's an honest man by nature. Keeping secrets isn't his thing. He's never thought to withhold information unless it was something pertaining to battle plans. Something that must not be shared for the sake of the ones giving him that information.

Which takes precedence -- Ragna's right to his secret or the crew's right to know? Mitsunari isn't sure. Can he really make this decision for them both? Is this one of those things that he must not share?

...

Mitsunari takes a breath and reaches a conclusion. ]

This secret... your condition... It is your problem to deal with. Not mine. Tell the others of your own accord. But -- if the others seek information from me, I will not hesitate to tell the truth.

[ Omission of the truth unless directly asked. It's not ideal, but it seems a fair compromise. ]

[rebellions]

[Ragna expected that kind of answer. Mitsunari rarely makes things easy for him, after all.]

Tch. Looks like that's the most I'm gonna get outta you. What a pain in the ass...

["Not ideal" is a generous description. The thought of having to trust Mitsunari's discretion and judgment whether or not to reveal the secret of his condition is not something Ragna is comfortable with; normally, he avoids placing his fate in the hands of others at all cost, so this situation is entirely new and definitely unwelcome.

Not that he has any alternative, so it looks like he'll have to deal with it.]

... Thanks.

[He adds as an afterthought. As much as he doesn't like this consensus they have arrived at, he knows Mitsunari is actually accommodating him here; the other man is almost physically incapable of lying, so the fact he agrees not to tell anyone what he's learned for now is a small miracle.

He just hopes it doesn't mean that from now on, his answer to the question of "Where is Ragna?" will be "Dying" instead of "The galley".]

[curseking]

[ Mitsunari, for his part, fails to see how he's being a pain in the ass in any way. He never does.

But. Wait. Did Ragna just... thank him?

Ragna?

Thanking him?

These two ideas do not gel together.

Mitsunari fixes him with a perplexed look -- and then he snaps back to his usual scowling self. ]

Save your thanks.

[ It might be that he's embarrassed to be thanked... ]

[rebellions]

For when? I might not have another chance for that, y'know.

[He says that in a flippant tone like itt isn't an extremely insensitive comment to make. Shush, he can joke about his own upcoming death if he wants to.]

Stop being such a little shit and just accept it, dumbass.

[When Ragna is involved, the line between expressing gratitude and offending someone is really thin. In fact, he just does both at once. But there was a time when he was only capable of the latter; surely this is an improvement, no?]

[curseking]

Don't speak so carelessly of your death!

[ That comment, however, is factually true. Mitsunari can't deny it. ]

...Your thanks are accepted.

[ Was that so hard, Mitsunari?

He doesn't comment on the rude nature of Ragna's statements. Why? In part because he's grown accustomed to Ragna's way of expressing himself and in part because it doesn't feel right to. Like it's a matter far too insignificant to address given the nature of this conversation. ]