( it makes sense that there are others who died here, for death was as common as betrayal, but to hear malkuth relate to his circumstances without ridicule... with laughter that has understanding flit across his features rather than have him flinching away—

izou's eyes drop, his face warming.

it does feel nice to be seen, and the boisterous braggart of a killer who might've sneered at her a month ago stiffens in posture as malkuth takes a hammer to the wall of his heart with her nourishing words. he didn't expect this. didn't expect to be drawn so deeply into their conversation, to open up about himself. again, mind you. what was it... what was it about this woman that had him relaxing into her company like this? was it because she actually listened? that she didn't pretend to care? )

I can't pretend to get how this "city" of yers functions entirely, but... the way things work where I'm from, folks who've made a mark on the world are brought back to do good for humanity's sake. Much like things are here. So, maybe you could consider LILITH as seein' you as worthy... that you did some great things in life, and...

( man. this is so sappy. )

... Augh. Look. I'm not good at this sorta stuff.