ic: continues because juan is being a Bro.

[maleborgia]

*okay guys do your brotherly love shit.

This Cesare is just in Canada dealing with this complicated.*

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[maleborgia]

*waits a few seconds longer, as if waiting for Juan to go on*

Do you understand why he attacked you when I could not?

[foundjuanting]

No, until the very point of my death I did not expect that he would.

[maleborgia]

He felt as though there was no other way.

[foundjuanting]

...

Then he's a blind fool! He can't change his fate back home, but he could do so here.

[maleborgia]

Exactly. That is how he and I are different.

[foundjuanting]

So, you are saying he has more of a temper and less of a brain than you.

[maleborgia]

I am saying that for whatever reason I have been given a different set of circumstances.

[foundjuanting]

I don't see you disagreeing with it.

[maleborgia]

Are you always so harsh on him, or is it just recent circumstances that have led you to speak this way?

[foundjuanting]

A bit of both, brother. We've always fought but not like this, even when we traded blows, it was never to harm.

[maleborgia]

I wonder what he would say.

[foundjuanting]

I'm sure he feels different, after all if I knew he was murderous, would I have walked with him that night?

[maleborgia]

You tried to encourage me to attack you.

[foundjuanting]

I said that I wanted to know if you were the same.

[maleborgia]

You expected that I was.

[foundjuanting]

Is believing in the most likely reality a crime, brother?

[maleborgia]

No, but you admit that you were trying to force my hand and that, furthermore, you believed it would be easy to do. Why did you want me to harm you? What would you get out of it? Vindication?

[foundjuanting]

Yes.

[maleborgia]

At least you will admit it.

*getting up now and leaving the room* Stay here. I will bring you something for the pain.

[foundjuanting]

[waitin' :( ]

[maleborgia]

*he's gone for several minutes. not telling you where he's going or what he's getting, exactly.*

[foundjuanting]

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[maleborgia]

*coming back into the room*

Here, swallow this. *carrying a glass of water in one hand and holding out the other to drop something into Juan's*

[foundjuanting]

[...loooking at it? But then swallowing]

What did you give me?

[maleborgia]

It is not poison, don't worry. It should take the edge off.