[The initial anger from seeing his murderer without warning back at the hospital hasn't completely disappeared, but it has at least waned a bit after having a week or two to be distracted by other things instead.
Now, how he feels about the matter is more hazy, lost in the fact that really, there is no point to killing your problems here, so... where does that leave him now? It's not like he can kill Gray and get revenge for it, the man will just come back, and probably be even less likable as a result if what happened with Jyuto is any indication. Not that he even wants to kill Gray, so... what are they supposed to do about the other person here now? He doesn't think Gray is going to start up another murder building again, but even if he was, that's not a question he really wants to ask in text. That sort of thing he would prefer hearing in person, honestly, among other things on his mind here.
So after a moment, Gray will have Danny's address texted to him, and--]
If you're not too busy to continue this conversation in person, I'll be here.
[Or if not busy so much as doesn't want to look at Danny's face right now after... kind of being half the reason why Gray's experiment fell apart, he can't say he would be surprised by that either.]
[Perhaps he should be more bothered by the notion that Danny is being so insistent that they need to talk, that they have things to discuss at all; perhaps there should be some animosity there - would it be warranted? Honestly, he can't say that he's sure one way or another. The experiment had collapsed well before the building did; assigning fault to it now seems almost superfluous.
Regardless of his thoughts on the matter, he doesn't hold anger well, if he finds any to hold in the first place.
The amount of time between the text and his arrival is acceptable; not long enough to imply procrastination, not nearly brief enough to imply eagerness. But it's acceptable, and he'll be there, and the knock isn't soft but there's no harshness behind it. Just...let's see where this goes, then.]
[When Danny answers the door, his own reaction to seeing the man at least isn't the same annoyance from before, nor is it really excitement either. He's rather calm as he steps back to allow entry.]
Thank you for coming, Reverend. Please, come in.
[Danny's apartment is... well. It sure is rather monochrome. Either Danny had zero idea of what he wanted to personalize his living space here with, or he didn't care how it looked as long as it functioned well enough as a place to rest at. (Also, aside from how reflective the floor is, there are no other noticeable mirrors around... weird.)
Gray is free to take a seat if he wants, or stand, whichever he prefers as Danny looks over his coffee and tea storage for a moment, asking politely enough.]
Is there anything I can get for you while you're here?
[He's been in a few of these apartments by now and he's noticing a trend toward minimal decorating and color schemes otherwise being...what he would expect, just to bizarre extents. This isn't really an exception to that; weird, but not unexpected.
He'll remain standing for now, occupying space near one of the walls without leaning up against it; he's not so casual as to do such, but remaining reasonably out of the way seems prudent. Not minimizing presence, but acutely aware that this isn't his space to claim regardless.]
...No, that's fine.
[The offer isn't unappreciated, but it isn't really a part of what he's here for.]
It's good of you to be willing to make a second attempt.
[Ignoring one another forever isn't precisely feasible, but still.]
[Since Gray has chosen to remain standing, Danny does the same for now as he sets back down a coffee mug he had started to examine.]
... Well. I don't think it really helps either of us to just avoid each forever, nor do I think it's even possible to do so here.
[What with the way this world seems to like throwing wrenches into things.]
And I've had some time to think since we ran into each other at the hospital, and realized that I might have been too... emotional about the whole thing. I am still angry about what happened the last time we saw each other back home, but...
[There's a pause, and then he sighs.]
... but I don't hate you for it like I thought I would. So I don't--I'm not interested in getting revenge or something against you, in case you're wondering. It's not like it would undo having died, or even what ended up happening with Rachel and Zack, right?
[It's simple agreement, with nothing pointed or chiding behind it. because bluntly put it's true; besides, they're both already dead. Not that Danny necessarily knows for sure how that latter point turned out, but it doesn't seem like something worth dwelling on.]
I hold no resentment toward you, regarding what happened. Whatever my thoughts may be regarding all of that, it isn't worth seeking retribution over. Personal vengeance at this stage would solve nothing, even if it were something I found it acceptable to pursue in the first place.
[And it generally isn't; he's a fucked up person, certainly, but it's in a rather compartmentalized sort of way. Personal feelings have very little to do with his ultimate actions, if anything at all; whether that makes it any more or less fucked up is something for someone else to decide, perhaps.]
Nothing I've done has been because I hate you, or because I resent you in any way.
[At that, Danny sighs, as if he had been holding in an anxious breath while Gray had spoken. He isn't surprised by it, no, but...]
That's... a relief to hear, actually.
[He taps his fingers against the table here, a jerky nervous motion as he speaks, his other hand being propped up to rest his chin against as his gaze averts away from looking Gray in the eye.]
For the last four months I've been in this place, it's just been myself here. No Zack, no Rachel... not even Cathy or Eddie like I thought I might see, given how much I had first assumed that this was an afterlife of some kind. Not to say that I haven't tried to talk to other people, but... even though you prevented from succeeding in my goals, now there is someone here who actually knows me and is willing to continue a conversation despite that. Do you think it's strange, for me to be relieved about something like that?
[Which isn't precisely a comment on whether it's strange or not - plenty of strange things are understandable at their core, after all. But it's crossed his mind that perhaps he's fortunate to have someone here that he recognizes, certainly; perhaps it's something he should state outright, but he's never been the best at voicing things like that, has he.]
Seeking out the familiar in a situation like this... It's something to be expected, I'd think. Especially when our particular sort of familiarity isn't the sort easily replicated through others, however it may have turned out in the end.
[There's something to be said for total honesty. And also running an experiment involving a fucklot of murder, but that likely goes without saying.]
[... Speaking of which though, that does bring to mind a question Danny's been wondering about since Gray's arrival.]
I apologize if you don't have an answer for something like this yet, but... do you have any plans for what you'll be doing now that you're living here in this place? I assume that you'll find work as a Reverend in some regard...
[... Though the real question Danny is getting at here is "are you thinking about doing another experiment involving murder"...]
[Will he do it without drugging the fuck out of his congregation? Who knows.
That said, though, he isn't unaware of the implications, either. Of what's actually being asked.]
For the time being, that remains the extent of my plans.
[It seems a little...unwise? To attempt anything involving large-scale murder in this place, what with the whole dead-not-remaining-that-way business.]
[Makes sense, though... if that ever changes, he can't say he would be 100% on board, but Danny would hope nonetheless that the Reverend would tell him if he was planning something here.]
On my end, I've been working for a place called the Second Nature clinic. It's a smaller place in comparison to the hospital, but I've been able to find decent clientele for it, and tolerable people to work with among it's staff.
[... Who have yet to catch on to what Danny is really like, which is what he prefers.]
[He states on both of those points, though in regards to the second Danny is totally not sweating a little nervously now, no sirree. Just a pure educated guess on his part along with having known this information about death to begin with somehow. It's fine, don't even worry about it.]
[Danny winces a little because even if the question didn't accompany a sigh or was stated as a demand, the flat tone is enough to register the idea that there's some level of disappointment there regardless, at least as how Danny hears it.]
[He can imagine a few, but he wants to hear it; he's not precisely content with the implied confirmation, but he isn't surprised by it either. It's more a matter of ascertaining precisely how fucked you've rendered yourself at this point, really.]
[Given that the person he killed was more or less a cop, I'd say he fucked up pretty bad!
Still, there's a lot of reasons that come to mind for not wanting to give away Jyuto's identity: sure, there's the embarrassment of the fact that hes more or less being blackmailed into working with the guy on some matters to keep himself out of jail. But he also doesn't know how he feels about the possibility that Gray might want to meet this person that he had killed here, and god only knows how that interaction would go down. Would Jyuto try to start making Gray's life difficult too as a result? ... Would Jyuto give us shit for it in some manner for having told someone about that arrangement?
Then again... his mind circles back to the point he had made earlier about how Gray is surprisingly one of the few people he's actually glad showed up here, because despite the ever-present fear of disappointing the man who inspired him to do more with his life, Danny still trusts him somewhat. Even if Gray does nothing about the situation, or even makes it worse somehow by knowing about it, at least Gray wouldn't treat Danny any differently over it. Probably.
So after a moment, Danny folds his hands in front of him on the table. Not quite a prayer style like confessing to God for help or what have you because Danny doesn't believe that doing such things actually helps any. But in an agreement that depending on Gray's answer, he'll allow some drop of information here.]
There are a few reasons for it, but... out of curiosity, how familiar are you with an organization here that calls itself the "Moon Knights"?
[...This sounds like it's going exactly nowhere promising.]
Not terribly so. I'm aware of their purpose here, though I can't say I know them personally; I've had no reason to seek them out, though they've seemed an organization to be aware of.
Well, they're more or less the equivalent of a police force here that have access to an underground prison that you'll be sent away to if you're caught committing a crime. Normally, this wouldn't be a concern for us in the death of say, an officer given... our skills when it comes to taking care of things.
[On account of Danny very meticulously cleaning up evidence of his murders or, in the case of Henry, being able to pin the crime on... well, Henry the eyeball killer, in his own murder.]
... However, given that death isn't permanent here...
[... Killing a cop, as it turns out, is a terrible idea and much harder to convince keeping quiet when they inexplicably come back from the dead rather than a normal person you can intimidate into not saying anything.]
You're at least somewhat fortunate to not be in that prison you've mentioned. Though I imagine it likely that there's some other price being paid for this.
[Hey come on, he's not even the first of your angels to kill a cop, if you count Cathy murdering Lucy?? Unless Gray did give her grief for that and Danny wasn't around to see it, who knows.
Anyway, Danny's still not naming names, but--]
In the event that they need my help with something in the future, I am expected to return their calls, so to speak.
[even if Danny would rather stab them than help with anything, which... he wishes he could do again to be honest...]
[He understands that sometimes killing law enforcement happens. He does. And he doesn't believe that cops are above being sacrificed if needs be, or hell, even if we just feel like it that day. At the same time, that is not the best idea when we are in a new world entirely and for all we know the cop is a lich or something.]
...I have faith that you can handle this on your own, though I also trust that I'll be informed should this truly become an inconvenience of some sort.
[He isn't threatening to go after anyone yet, and honestly he knows better than to try under most circumstances. Just the same, that's still most circumstances.]
[Listen... if Gray ever went after someone on Danny's behalf, Danny would probably gain a bigger crush on the Reverend than the one he already has buried under his layers of self-loathing.]
Of course. I can take care of it myself, but if something happens, you'll be informed right away.
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[See, this conversation wasn't so hard, they managed to last this long.
... So of course Danny fucks it up eventually when, after a moment, he texts back--]
We didn't really get to talk like I wanted to before. At the hospital, I mean.
[Yes Danny, Gray knows what you meant by that.]
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And I assume you intend to see that rectified. Very well, then; I'm hardly opposed.
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Now, how he feels about the matter is more hazy, lost in the fact that really, there is no point to killing your problems here, so... where does that leave him now? It's not like he can kill Gray and get revenge for it, the man will just come back, and probably be even less likable as a result if what happened with Jyuto is any indication. Not that he even wants to kill Gray, so... what are they supposed to do about the other person here now? He doesn't think Gray is going to start up another murder building again, but even if he was, that's not a question he really wants to ask in text. That sort of thing he would prefer hearing in person, honestly, among other things on his mind here.
So after a moment, Gray will have Danny's address texted to him, and--]
If you're not too busy to continue this conversation in person, I'll be here.
[Or if not busy so much as doesn't want to look at Danny's face right now after... kind of being half the reason why Gray's experiment fell apart, he can't say he would be surprised by that either.]
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Regardless of his thoughts on the matter, he doesn't hold anger well, if he finds any to hold in the first place.
The amount of time between the text and his arrival is acceptable; not long enough to imply procrastination, not nearly brief enough to imply eagerness. But it's acceptable, and he'll be there, and the knock isn't soft but there's no harshness behind it. Just...let's see where this goes, then.]
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Thank you for coming, Reverend. Please, come in.
[Danny's apartment is... well. It sure is rather monochrome. Either Danny had zero idea of what he wanted to personalize his living space here with, or he didn't care how it looked as long as it functioned well enough as a place to rest at. (Also, aside from how reflective the floor is, there are no other noticeable mirrors around... weird.)
Gray is free to take a seat if he wants, or stand, whichever he prefers as Danny looks over his coffee and tea storage for a moment, asking politely enough.]
Is there anything I can get for you while you're here?
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He'll remain standing for now, occupying space near one of the walls without leaning up against it; he's not so casual as to do such, but remaining reasonably out of the way seems prudent. Not minimizing presence, but acutely aware that this isn't his space to claim regardless.]
...No, that's fine.
[The offer isn't unappreciated, but it isn't really a part of what he's here for.]
It's good of you to be willing to make a second attempt.
[Ignoring one another forever isn't precisely feasible, but still.]
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... Well. I don't think it really helps either of us to just avoid each forever, nor do I think it's even possible to do so here.
[What with the way this world seems to like throwing wrenches into things.]
And I've had some time to think since we ran into each other at the hospital, and realized that I might have been too... emotional about the whole thing. I am still angry about what happened the last time we saw each other back home, but...
[There's a pause, and then he sighs.]
... but I don't hate you for it like I thought I would. So I don't--I'm not interested in getting revenge or something against you, in case you're wondering. It's not like it would undo having died, or even what ended up happening with Rachel and Zack, right?
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[It's simple agreement, with nothing pointed or chiding behind it. because bluntly put it's true; besides, they're both already dead. Not that Danny necessarily knows for sure how that latter point turned out, but it doesn't seem like something worth dwelling on.]
I hold no resentment toward you, regarding what happened. Whatever my thoughts may be regarding all of that, it isn't worth seeking retribution over. Personal vengeance at this stage would solve nothing, even if it were something I found it acceptable to pursue in the first place.
[And it generally isn't; he's a fucked up person, certainly, but it's in a rather compartmentalized sort of way. Personal feelings have very little to do with his ultimate actions, if anything at all; whether that makes it any more or less fucked up is something for someone else to decide, perhaps.]
Nothing I've done has been because I hate you, or because I resent you in any way.
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That's... a relief to hear, actually.
[He taps his fingers against the table here, a jerky nervous motion as he speaks, his other hand being propped up to rest his chin against as his gaze averts away from looking Gray in the eye.]
For the last four months I've been in this place, it's just been myself here. No Zack, no Rachel... not even Cathy or Eddie like I thought I might see, given how much I had first assumed that this was an afterlife of some kind. Not to say that I haven't tried to talk to other people, but... even though you prevented from succeeding in my goals, now there is someone here who actually knows me and is willing to continue a conversation despite that. Do you think it's strange, for me to be relieved about something like that?
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[Which isn't precisely a comment on whether it's strange or not - plenty of strange things are understandable at their core, after all. But it's crossed his mind that perhaps he's fortunate to have someone here that he recognizes, certainly; perhaps it's something he should state outright, but he's never been the best at voicing things like that, has he.]
Seeking out the familiar in a situation like this... It's something to be expected, I'd think. Especially when our particular sort of familiarity isn't the sort easily replicated through others, however it may have turned out in the end.
[There's something to be said for total honesty. And also running an experiment involving a fucklot of murder, but that likely goes without saying.]
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I apologize if you don't have an answer for something like this yet, but... do you have any plans for what you'll be doing now that you're living here in this place? I assume that you'll find work as a Reverend in some regard...
[... Though the real question Danny is getting at here is "are you thinking about doing another experiment involving murder"...]
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[Will he do it without drugging the fuck out of his congregation? Who knows.
That said, though, he isn't unaware of the implications, either. Of what's actually being asked.]
For the time being, that remains the extent of my plans.
[It seems a little...unwise? To attempt anything involving large-scale murder in this place, what with the whole dead-not-remaining-that-way business.]
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[Makes sense, though... if that ever changes, he can't say he would be 100% on board, but Danny would hope nonetheless that the Reverend would tell him if he was planning something here.]
On my end, I've been working for a place called the Second Nature clinic. It's a smaller place in comparison to the hospital, but I've been able to find decent clientele for it, and tolerable people to work with among it's staff.
[... Who have yet to catch on to what Danny is really like, which is what he prefers.]
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[Seeing as there is that whole relieved-to-see-your-murderer thing going on.]
This place seems as though it would be...unforgiving of our activities, even beyond the physical inconveniences.
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[He states on both of those points, though in regards to the second Danny is totally not sweating a little nervously now, no sirree. Just a pure educated guess on his part along with having known this information about death to begin with somehow. It's fine, don't even worry about it.]
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...Who was it, Danny?
[It's an incredibly flat question, but it is one regardless, as opposed to a demand or anything harsh. Even so, you know what he's talking about.]
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I'd... rather not say...
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[He can imagine a few, but he wants to hear it; he's not precisely content with the implied confirmation, but he isn't surprised by it either. It's more a matter of ascertaining precisely how fucked you've rendered yourself at this point, really.]
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Still, there's a lot of reasons that come to mind for not wanting to give away Jyuto's identity: sure, there's the embarrassment of the fact that hes more or less being blackmailed into working with the guy on some matters to keep himself out of jail. But he also doesn't know how he feels about the possibility that Gray might want to meet this person that he had killed here, and god only knows how that interaction would go down. Would Jyuto try to start making Gray's life difficult too as a result? ... Would Jyuto give us shit for it in some manner for having told someone about that arrangement?
Then again... his mind circles back to the point he had made earlier about how Gray is surprisingly one of the few people he's actually glad showed up here, because despite the ever-present fear of disappointing the man who inspired him to do more with his life, Danny still trusts him somewhat. Even if Gray does nothing about the situation, or even makes it worse somehow by knowing about it, at least Gray wouldn't treat Danny any differently over it. Probably.
So after a moment, Danny folds his hands in front of him on the table. Not quite a prayer style like confessing to God for help or what have you because Danny doesn't believe that doing such things actually helps any. But in an agreement that depending on Gray's answer, he'll allow some drop of information here.]
There are a few reasons for it, but... out of curiosity, how familiar are you with an organization here that calls itself the "Moon Knights"?
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Not terribly so. I'm aware of their purpose here, though I can't say I know them personally; I've had no reason to seek them out, though they've seemed an organization to be aware of.
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[On account of Danny very meticulously cleaning up evidence of his murders or, in the case of Henry, being able to pin the crime on... well, Henry the eyeball killer, in his own murder.]
... However, given that death isn't permanent here...
[... Killing a cop, as it turns out, is a terrible idea and much harder to convince keeping quiet when they inexplicably come back from the dead rather than a normal person you can intimidate into not saying anything.]
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You're at least somewhat fortunate to not be in that prison you've mentioned. Though I imagine it likely that there's some other price being paid for this.
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Anyway, Danny's still not naming names, but--]
In the event that they need my help with something in the future, I am expected to return their calls, so to speak.
[even if Danny would rather stab them than help with anything, which... he wishes he could do again to be honest...]
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...I have faith that you can handle this on your own, though I also trust that I'll be informed should this truly become an inconvenience of some sort.
[He isn't threatening to go after anyone yet, and honestly he knows better than to try under most circumstances. Just the same, that's still most circumstances.]
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Of course. I can take care of it myself, but if something happens, you'll be informed right away.