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Quatre (Accidental video)

*Albedo's phone is lying discarded on a side table in Albedo's apartment room, recording him sitting with a length of cloth bandage within arm's reach, a knife in his left hand and his right hand unusually bare. He curls his fingers briefly, pressing the tips of his long, pointed nails into the red 667 tattoo on the middle of his palm before opening his hand again and slashing the knife across the number. Instead of reacting in pain, he closes his eyes and lets out a pleased moan.*

Ahhh...that ought to do it. How frail this body is, though, that even this much is the limit of what I can safely inflict.

*The video ends as he reaches for the bandages and starts wrapping his hand, although he clearly has no practice in such things.*

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Perhaps he got senile in his old age.

Hah, if only. That certainly would have made things a lot easier.

It would explain his inability to realize when his rambling has lost all semblance of meaning, however.

*Pot, this is kettle.*

Yeah, you can only listen to a monolog on god for so long before it just all starts to blur together.

[Of course poor Gaignun couldn't tune him out, it's hard to ignore someone when their thought process intrudes on your own and you get all their back ground images.]

One of the more embarrassing elements of being contaminated by U-DO, although I doubt he's capable of realizing how foolish he sounded.

True, whenever he started to go off his infection would flare a bit. [This is said absently as he rechecks the bandage binding. Just to make sure you know.]

*Oh, of course. His eyes drift down to Nigredo's hand, just to find out what his brother is up to.*

Aren't you lucky he didn't decide to ruin your image with that nonsense?

[Gaignun's hands stilled at Albedo's words. Storming the Durandal and slaughtering almost all of it's occupants, Yuriev had used his form for that. Dmitri's iron control had made him watch as the people died by the hands of the person they trusted most to take care of them. Not to mention hurting Mary...

He took a sharp breath. It wasn't his image he had been concerned about but the failing to stop his father had stung sharp that day.]

Not with that nonsense no. He used his own form for that. [He was glad that he was already looking down so maybe Albedo couldn't see how white he'd gone.

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*He might not have the link anymore, but Albedo has plenty of experience recognizing when people are upset and what bothers them.*

What's the matter, Nigredo? Have I struck a nerve I wasn't aware of?

Don't worry about it Albedo, it isn't important. [Avoidance mode is a go.] Alright, I think I've got it tight enough, do you think you can remember how to do this when you change the bandages.

Oh yes, you will need to change them periodically since the blood will likely soak through for a while. I think you'll only have to use the disinfectant once or twice though if you keep it clean and covered for the most part.

I remember, but you're avoiding the question, Nigredo. I'd think it would take something quite important to have you changing the topic so abruptly.

I'm not avoiding the question, I already said it was nothing.

[Come on Albedo, give your brother a break. He really doesn't want to talk about it and he knows that if you find out then Jr. might as well, which would really just get him all worked up again about not being able to do something about Yuriev sooner.]

...If that's the game you want to play. But whatever you're keeping to yourself, you'd best not let it get to you like that in the middle of something important. Rubedo would throw a fit if you got yourself injured.

*The 'and so would I' stays silent.*

You just surprised me, that's all. [He gives Albedo a mock hurt look] I know well enough how to keep my head together in the middle of a dangerous situation. I haven't gone that soft.

Oh? Know that for sure, do you? Don't tell me you've been getting into fights without me, little brother.

Here and there. It wasn't until I was older that I assumed full control of the Foundation. Once I did though, I traded my gun for a business degree. I don't know which battle field is more nerve wracking sometimes.

[He laughs a little, regaining his good mood from earlier.]

Perhaps you simply need to stand on both in a smaller timeframe to find out.

*Yes, he is determined to see you fight, Nigredo.*

Well it's not as if I had the opportunity to go anywhere, guns blazing like Jr. I had an image to keep up after all. [He is getting suspicious. What are you after Albedo?]

Ahh, but here, the ordinary masses are unaware of everything that goes on when things truly get interesting.

*Just proof that you haven't gone soft, Nigredo.*

Yes the shadows. Fascinating creatures I have to admit. Just don't get shadow gunk in your cut, I don't know what that stuff'll do.

I had figured that part out on my own, thank you. Save your mothering for Rubedo.

Not like he listens to me half the time, you're a bit of a captive audience right now. [To emphasize his point he holds up Albedo's hand, which he still has a grip around the wrist of.]

Trying to make me regret being so patient as to not reclaim my arm sooner?

*He's going to give a yank at that grip. Not as hard as he could-he doesn't really want Nigredo to let go-but enough to jostle his brother's hand.*

To be frank, I'm surprised you held still that long. [Oh he's going to keep a hold, mainly to annoy Albedo. He even gives it a yank back his way.]

I was simply trying to spare your feelings after you were actually useful for once.

*Oh, it's on. He's giving a harder yank toward himself.*

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