hadriel | [video - for the good of all of us (except the ones who are dead).]

Oh Abeegail, what am I to do? I need to help five people and fill them with hope so I can get something that makes me feel like I have a heart again! Because I don't have a heart inside my body, which apparently means far more to me than it does for most of the people in this stupid cave. Hmn? What's that Beeatrice, this trade is basically impossible for me without the thing I'm trading for? Right you are! How smart, and how quickly you realized it, you smart little bee.

[His faux enthusiasm drops and he glares flatly at the camera.]

Come help a witch help you to help himself help us all. I have healing magic and a temper. If you think this is cheating, I don't want to hear it, and I only want things that will actually help. I'm serious, I'm trying to be good, here.

...Oh, and it goes against everything else I'm trying to do here, but I should let you know that the bees I found can't make honey. Maybe if you tell Delight or someone they can, she'll believe you and the copies will be able to, I don't know. I don't really care.

[He's screwed.]

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Can you teach your healing magic?

[Most people can't, he's found. But if he could, and would... Everyone here can do so much more than him. He'd like to be more capable in that regard.]

If you really wanted to do good, Warrick, you'd return something that doesn't belong to you.

[urgh, really not doing so well on this hope front...]

No, sorry. You need to have the potential for it to begin with. You can't just make someone a mender.

I can heal a bit.

But it only does minor things.

[He will get there somehow, eventually? Hopefully?]

[HE HAS NO IDEA WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT -- no okay, uh. Shit. Uhhhh.]

...A fair point. Getting killed doesn't help anyone, though.

[listen he doesn't want to die, also vocaloids.]

Really?

[Huh. Well, then he has to do some thinking here, doesn't he?]

I've never taught anyone before. I guess if we try and it doesn't work, you'll just have wasted my time.

There is not very much that needs to be done here, yes? So wasting time is not a very big problem.

You do not have a heart? How do you still live?

[ Someone's a little too literal for this conversation. ]

[So pleasantly that if the words weren't these specific words he might sound like a reasonable man:]

I'm sure that it would make me feel so much more hopeful for my chances with the rest of the city. And isn't that what you're after, really?

I said I'm a healer. My magic keeps me stable.

[Luckily (?) it is...literal...]

[ The rude answer amuses him more than anything. ]

Forgive my ignorance. My 'world' does not have such fantasies as magic. I am sorry you have lost such an important thing as a heart.

Maybe for you. Without my heart, it's only a matter of time before you all drive me insane enough that I burn the whole place down. Having my time wasted on something pointless makes that fuse even shorter.

[squints]

It needs to be very real hope.

That's great and all but I'm trying to make you hopeful not sympathetic. How any of you in worlds without magic have managed to survive this long without magic is beyond me...

[Idiots, the lot of you!!!]

Very real hope, hmmm.

[Sato laughs -- it starts off his usual avuncular chortle, but goes on just a little too long as his face twists into a much less pleasant smile.]

If nothing changes, if I don't get my possessions back very soon... eventually, I'm sure you'll meet Hope's requirements and get your heart back.

When you do, I will hunt you down and carve it right back out of your chest while you watch. You might think that your healing will help you if you can get it back from me. But I'll tell you now that for each day that I've been kept waiting, I'll chop a piece off and feed it to the monsters in the tunnels until there's nothing left.

And that's not a hope, that's a promise.

...What is wrong with you?

[WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS... Also he's still pretty sure he'd survive that, and he'd rather not get a physical heart as a replacement since his exists out there somewhere, but, uh. Yeah, still not great.]

The games are fun and all, but not that fun! Why can't you just get a new one from, I don't know, Delight?

[asking for a friend]

I'm not in the habit of asking the gods for favors.

I'll be seeing you around, Warrick, one way or another.

-- Okay, okay!

[ S T O P ]

You'll be able to find it, ugh fates be damned, in theeee...

[...]

I don't actually know where the best place for a hostage negotiation would be.

The abandoned temple near the generator.

[It should be empty and quiet, with most of the recent arrivals at the party or other actually interesting locations in the city by now, which is how Sato would rather have this play out.]

I'll see you there.

[Abandoned temples... Oh, this will go great.

Which is why he already looks like a dead man walking -- flying? -- when he floats his way over. Vocaloid music may or may not be blasting through the speakers, but his score's not too high up there, with how he fervently scans the area and misses the button prompts.]

O-kay, if you're here, remember I'm still holding it so you shouldn't do anything drastic...

[Sato steps out from the ruins, squinting up at Warrick. Although he isn't holding any weapons, he still has the usual machete and semiautomatic pistol at his side, though he seems to have traded in the axe for a morning star as his extra melee weapon.]

Flying? That's a new one.

[why]

Yeah, well.

[Not really. Still, it just seems like a bad idea to share too much information. Somehow. Somehow.]

It isn't like you haven't been without surprises of your own. You're sick, you know that?

[People aren't usually that blunt about it but it isn't the first time he's heard the general sentiment. Unfazed, he doesn't touch his weapons, simply ignoring the remark and holding out his empty hand, palm up.

Generally, he doesn't like it when things end too easily. It's not as much fun. This is a bit of a special case, though.]

Are you going to return it or not?

Somehow, there's irony in a guy that can heal being so bent on destroying things...

[ But she's not actually here to bitch at him. At least not yet. ]

You could help me in the orchard? It'd give me hope you're not a complete jerk, anyway.

[He sighs, glancing at the screen so he can lower the volume and quit out of his game before slooooowly drifting down and holding it out. He's still a little too high up, but it's almost home...]

Where did you get this?

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