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         Kazui ran a slightly quivering hand slowly through his clean-cut hair, before resting his fingers at the back to scratch gently to no end, perhaps to somehow conjure an answer. He shifted backwards in his seat and raised his head again so that his eyes met Iris'. Slowly nodding his head, he opened his mouth but the words in his mind did not form on his lips. He savoured a long moment to compose himself, exhaling a long and painful sigh.
"Robert would know more about it than me."
Why the fuck would you know anything, Kazui?
"He's into the whole science side of it. And while we're on the subject, I suggest you stay clear of him. He's a broken man, and broken men do nothing but break all that is around them."
Kazui could hear the irritation in his own voice.
"To answer your question, no. I'm not going to die and neither are you, and neither is Robert. We're immune. End of story."
You're lying to her fucking face, Kazui.
Don't you do that to her, Kazui.
He can't trust her. Why bring knowledge to the enemy?
She's not our fucking enem-
Kazui tensed his jaw and slammed a sweating palm into his temple, holding it there and intertwining his hair with his fingers, tugging harshly until the voices were silenced. He could feel Iris' eyes on the top of his head, and so he raised to lock his darkened eyes with hers once again. In her eyes there was a twinge. Pity, perhaps?
Pity.
Kazui scoffed.
"Don't you fucking look at me like that."
He smiled, only to bring forth a painful, wheezing cough that stabbed both his chest and stomach.
"I suppose you'd like a drink?"