✖ IC CONTACT #3

[silverking]

This is Isley.

Please leave a message, but only if you have something important to say.

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Voicemail.

[barebacking]

I want to kill you.

Please... please... let me kill you.

Voicemail.

[silverking]

Why? What is it I've done this time?

[barebacking]

You're immortal.

Urick is the only one allowed to be immortal!

[silverking]

Oh, is that all? Then I suppose you want to kill a lot of people. Are you begging them to let you, too?

[barebacking]

You're the only one I know.

[silverking]

...I am?

[Then he has no idea about Griffith?]

I find that hard to believe, but if you insist...it's still a rather lousy reason.

[barebacking]

It is a good reason.

You upset me, because you do not stroke my ego and feelings.

[silverking]

[A laugh at a shake of his head.]

I'm afraid you're doomed to be permanently upset by me, then. I'm not a flatterer by nature, at least not when it doesn't suit to serve me, and even then...

[barebacking]

Even then, you are terrible at it.

[silverking]

You wouldn't know; you're not exactly worth that kind of effort.

[barebacking]

Why?

[silverking]

I should think it obvious. I don't have a use for you.

[barebacking]

... I don't see why you don't.

[silverking]

What could I possibly use you for? And please, spare me your sexually suggestive reasoning.

[barebacking]

Killing things that you don't want to be connected to the murder.

[silverking]

There...isn't actually anyone that I want dead at the moment.

[Which Isley actually finds surprising to admit.]

Not a single person...

[When did that happen?]

[barebacking]

Not even me?

[silverking]

No, not even you.

[barebacking]

That is honestly surprising.

[silverking]

Well, in any case, even if I did want you dead, I couldn't exactly ask you to kill yourself, could I?

[barebacking]

You could.

I don't care about myself much.

[silverking]

I could, but again, your death isn't something I desire.

[barebacking]

Oh, good.

[silverking]

Good? What that means, Yaha, is that you are reduces to uselessness once more. At least to me.

[barebacking]

At least I am not dead and useless.