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Characters: Luxord, Pride
Content: Experiment time, huzzah~
Setting: After all this time, you're still asking?
Time: Irrelevant.
Warnings: Luxord is, as always, creepy when he does this. Any questions?

This was the second blond person he'd had the pleasure of talking to this time around, and this time Luxord had picked him up himself. He waited silently as the Dusks strapped the boy down on the table, one of them placing the metal arm that had come off the boy's companion on an adjascent table. He waited until the boy was completely strapped down before approaching, looking down at him. He looked intriguing but still rather blank. Hm.

"Good evening," he began.

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Pride still didn't know where he was. Still couldn't concentrate hard enough for his body to do as he wanted and flicker out of existence.

Those white creatures were strange... they felt almost like- like the Gate, but the complete opposite of the malice it seemed to project into every bone. And... how could he remember that? How could...

They were gone, and there was a man, a concentration of the same sense those white things had emanated. Pride didn't like it.

"Lost," he said softly, a brief glance at the arm telling him something had happened- was Edward hurt as well? "Edward is lost."

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"Is he now," Luxord replied lightly. It figured that this one would have the mentality of a child - he didn't seem to have too much going on mentally. "Where did you lose him?"

...that may have been overstepping the bounds a bit. Luxord didn't particularly care.

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He... sounded like Sasori had, almost, when Edward had gotten lost the first time. Wanted to help. Wanted to get Edward back.

"Found-... found Alexander," Pride tried, words a jumble as his hands clenched and relaxed in their bindings- he should get out, should go away and find Edward again- and tried to remember. There had been a big door, that he could see from far away. "A gate..." Not the Gate, not that same horrendous thing.

He looked up at Luxord, lifeless eyes bright with frustration and fear over what had happened to his friends. "Want Edward back."

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"You found Alexander by a gate and you lost Edward," Luxord summarized succinctly. "I see." It certainly wasn't much of a story.

"Well, allow me to be of assistance," he said lightly, tone giving no hint to his next action - walking straight through the boy strapped to the table.

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It was odd, feeling a different transparency than his own ripple across his skin, enough to make him shudder. But it wasn't enough to unnerve him. That, he'd done plenty of times before, ingrained as it was into his being. Actually, he was more disappointed by the whole thing, this person having been able to do what he apparently couldn't anymore. It meant he couldn't leave like this other person could; couldn't find Edward or Alexander or anyone.

At the same time, this person was... wanting to be 'assistance,' and that, Pride had to consider. He must have heard that word somewhere before... He blinked up at Luxord at an odd angle, tilting his head to properly see.

"Find Edward?"

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To say the least, it wasn't quite what Luxord had expected.

There were so few memories in here, some of which ran to the distasteful side of the spectrum, that he wasn't certain where to start. How to break someone who seemed to have just as few emotions as he did?

From the top down, he supposed. Better than the alternative.

"So," he began, "do you believe Envy misses you? It certainly seems like he might."

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Envy, who he'd called brother but who Ed had called a liar. There was only pain when speaking of that being, remembering caustic hurt that made him loathe to return to life-

The memory flickered and faded, instead replaced by another, that of the Envy he'd seen here. He hadn't been remembered. Had been killed once.

No... Envy would only miss hurting him. Smiling like the act that would tear skin from face and taking pleasure in it.

"Brother... misses hurting," he offered softly.

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"Oh, I'm certain," Luxord replied lightly. He was going nowhere fast - it was likely time to drop the metaphorical lock picks and go for the sledgehammer instead. It was more of a Larxene method than he preferred, but if it achieved his goal he'd do it.

"I'm sure he does," he continued. "Just think of what he'll do wen he sees you again." It was obvious, but it should work.

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His body vibrated with those words. He knew Brother- Envy- didn't like him. Not like those others did-... friends. His friends. Did this person have Envy somewhere, Pride now trapped and unable to disappear, unable to escape death after death and all that pain and no one to stop him?

He remembered that Father had stopped Envy once, too blinded and numb from blood loss and ache to know anything but a powerful, deep voice in nothing more than a bark. It had taken a long time for the pain to stop after that, but it did.

Pride's eyebrows had drawn up, lips curled downward, laying before Luxord as nothing more than a child fearing his brother's hard hand, cornered like a beat, whimpering dog.

"Want to go home," he managed through a constricted throat. Not Home, but home, with his friends and away from this person who he did not like one bit.

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"Oh, certainly," Luxord agreed, waving the request off as though it didn't matter - which, to him, was the case. He approached Pride, leaning over him with a slightly-less-than-nice smile on his face. "Home to your brother? I'm sure we can do that. We can put you right back with him, in fact." All lies, of course, but Luxord saw no problem with that.

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Home with Brother wasn't what he wanted... not back with Envy, but back with Edward, or even Sasori or the Prinnies. Or Zetsu, who would be with either of them.

He stared at Luxord, but then glanced away, and shook his head. Not back to Envy. Not back to the Home he'd had before, but the home he had here.

"Sasori," he tried. "Zetsu. Edward?"

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"Oh yes. Them." What lie could he tell about those three? Pride would believe whatever he was told, and Luxord knew he could be convincing enough to convince him of anything he could invent.

"I'm afraid they won't be coming back," he replied. No skin off his nose, really, especially since it wasn't true. "You see, they had more urgent matters to attend to. So sorry."