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[earthflames]

WHAT IT SAYS ON THE BOX.

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[fairdevil]

Then you're fortunate - I won't be needing to take your head. Of course, that doesn't tell me what your business here is. I wouldn't call this the most lively of places.

[unhappymeal]

It's none of your concern.

[brb I'm just going to start taking care of these wounds, though one hand hovers near the gun at all times]

[fairdevil]

[Kirei, likewise, is on guard, though he hovers nearby as though he's not injured himself, watching Kiritsugu as though he's circling an injured gazelle.]

Then I'll guess those wounds aren't undeserved.

[unhappymeal]

[Ignoring Kirei seems like the wisest option at the moment. He may not be against the church right now, but he could be at a later date. It would be foolish to give too much imformation out now.]

[fairdevil]

You realize, of course, that even if you do not answer me, your mere presence here allows me to know enough about you to nearly sate my curiosity. You carry a gun and are not afraid to use it, meaning you are no innocent passerby. You are here for a purpose and are wise enough to withhold information from me, meaning your sins are heavier and more calculated than that of a petty thief or transient. And, if I am to take you on your word, you are not with the church, nor do you oppose it.

There are few broad options that remain, though the details within are, naturally, limitless. Regardless, if we are not enemies, then there could be little harm in acting in trust while we are both injured.

[unhappymeal]

You don't know that our goals are the same. Even if they were, I won't fight alongside someone who could use every bit of information he gets from watching.

[fairdevil]

I must be ill-fit for my vocation if I'm so untrustworthy.

[He chuckles, because, well, he knows he's a gigantic creeper. Still, while they're here, he'll continue to prod at Kiritsugu in sport]

Or it could be that you are dishonest and shrink from a man of god. I'm not certain I want to know which is the case here.

[unhappymeal]

[A dismissive huff is his answer, and once he gets his wounds in decent shape, he goes to leave. He won't stay and talk it out, not when he's got targets to chase and schedules to keep.]