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[changehands]

[There is another panic as Michael just keeps on talking. Having his issues called out by him of all people is more painful than any grip on his throat. Just as quickly as those bursts of life occur they fade back to the hallow stare and he returns his own twisted smile.

The final straw was the immortality, of course. Endless days where all he has to do is think. Contemplate every single instance and event, every what-if. There was never any closure, never allowed to die before he ascended. It might not have changed anything down the line, but he can only wonder and wonder and wonder...

He's already contemplating what if he had let sleeping tigers lie and hadn't pushed Michael's buttons today. It would have probably been a nicer day, at least.]

Then kill me.

[There is a strange lilt to Metatron's voice. He means it. He wouldn't mind if Michael just finished it. He holds eye contact, and slowly lifts his hand upwards to softly caress Michael's cheek. The gentlest Metatron has been in decades, a little plea that won't be answered.]

[worth]

[Michael never wonders what would have been different if he hadn't stepped in before Metatron could die properly, as Enoch. He already knows - Heaven would have another puppet. Maybe he would be devoted to his very bones, like Jeanne, but Michael doesn't need Jeanne and he would not need another one like her. He tells himself he doesn't need anyone, and what use are things that turn against his will?

Metatron tries very hard. Michael can hear it in his voice and feel it in the touch against his cheek and he knows -- a just ruler would not keep one of his own suspended between existences like this. Someone who loved Metatron would give him the satisfaction of his only wish. But before Michael loves Metatron (he still does) he loves himself, and ultimately it is that selfishness that cracks his grin and makes it falter.

He mirrors Metatron's action, lifting his hand from his throat and touching his face. There's a moment of silence before he looks at the hand he's clawed his way into repeatedly and then lets go. It's only for a second; he turns his hand over to look at the blood on it and then snatches Metatron's hand back to him again, but without digging in his nails. A sliver of his old affection lingers there - he doesn't care how much that hurts - and maybe something that keeps Metatron close as something other than his toy.

And besides all that, it's not as if Metatron's yapping about going to sleep is actually threatening. Cursed with this man he may be, but this is his kingdom and his punishments.]

I will not.