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Angelo closed his eyes and concentrated as the magic bloomed and wove it's way from his concentration into reality. His bookshelves often became damaged by the heavy volumes containing memories of nightmares which had habit of sinking into the wood. Library maintenance was not his favourite thing, in fact it was exasperating and exhausting both but that was the last of it over with. He sighed as the cool breeze from the night outdoors blew in through the window and tussled his hair and blew out several of his candles. It felt like somebody was in the room along with that breeze but the Memory Keeper didn't look around. He was calmer these days about intruders, being that it was usually the Reaper. A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

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"Naw," Evil grinned so automatically he didn't even feel it on his face. "Stuff rots and decomposes, ya know? Cept us."

[He's tense, don't you think that Brother? Tense about something. Awkward and highly strung. Let's restring him.]

Evil rubbed his cheek marking with his fingertip, wishing he had some pain killers. He tried to ignore his Other Half's words, tried to remind himself that Angelo was awkward in that old-man fashion at the best of times.

His Other Half was the observant one though, so perhaps he had a point.

"Catch," Angelo smiled, picking a large orange from a nearby tree and throwing it toward Evil. It was good for the Force to have something to do with his hands.

[You're going to get Us hurt if you don't wake up.]

"Huh?" Evil blinked out of his thoughts and automatically snapped up his hand - or was it Him? - and grabbed the fruit out of the air. He glanced at it a moment and then caught up with the world outside of his head.

With a grin, he started peeling the fruit. "Gear. Great. Thanks, dude."

Dropping the peel to the ground - it would just become compost, right? - Evil attempted to find his original point. Not an easy thing when he didn't really know why he had come by. "Ya seem happier than ya used to."

"Oh dear." Angelo smirked. "Well, I suppose being that you are rather observant, this is not too bad a thing." He considers. He has not seen Evil properly for a few million years. Things had certainly changed for him since then. But had they changed much for his friend?

"You seem the same. Are you? ... The same?"

"Yeah, same as ever, ya know. Nothin' much changes about me." Evil broke off a segment of orange with his left hand, some acidic juice tracing over his knuckles as he squeezed the fruit a little too hard.

"Ya were bein' sarcastic about the observant thing, right?"

"No, I wasn't." Angelo smiled, but his heart ached in pity for Evil. He was right, nothing much ever changed for him, he was still trapped with a madman who he needed to live. The was no asylum that could ever come. He had still lost his children in the most sadistic manner. The thought of it made Angelo's blood boil.

"I'm sorry, I'm not sure what to talk about." He was honest. He didn't want to talk about Death, he couldn't talk about children, that didn't seam fair. What was there? His garden? Evil had already seen it...

"D-do you like the look of the garden now? There are some new editions."

Evil looked out beyond and around the garden slowly trying to take in everything around him. Trying to ignore the commentary in his mind, trying to keep his eyes from flitting away from things too quickly that he couldn't really see them.

"It looks good... alive like. What's new though?"

"Well, there's the cocoa, over to the west side." Angelo nodded toward the plants his brother had tricked him into growing. "Thanatos' family all have a sweet tooth. So they were a must."

He walked a few more steps, wondering if he should also point out the new flowers that his daughter had laid down.

Renaissance's presence was there, fluttering by on the breeze like loose petals begging to be noticed.

"Tha's cool."

The flowerbed caught Evil's eye, so small and perfect as it was. It reminded him of his daughter - the one who had lived for a while. She had been blind, but somehow had been able to grow a little flower-garden which had been beautiful. Full of fresh green leaves and perfect white flowers.

Of course, now Ecstasy was gone and the flowerbed was just grass.

[Isn't that strange, Brother Half? For a man like Angelo to have part of his garden like this?]

"Like this?" Evil murmured, his words mostly slurred and lost. He crouched by the flowerbed, looking at it more closely. "This is cute..."

[Like a girl made it, not a gardener.]

"Hmn?" Angelo smiled. "Yes, it is very cute. One of my ammeter pupils made it." He admitted, leaving out the truth expertly and without missing a beat. This was Angelo after all, if he was going to lie, or not as he would have it, he would do it flawlessly.

"Death doesn't teach any more, but I find myself bothered by children on moccasin."

So much for avoiding that subject. he hoped Evil wouldn't mind.

[Amateur, is it?]

The Other Evil slithered around in his mind laughing piercingly as if that simple word had been the greatest of jokes.

The vibrancy of his Other Half caused Evil a momentary twitch, shaking his head and rubbing his temple. Then he receded totally, leaving Evil's mind feeling empty and silent.

He slowly dropped his hand from his head, staring still at the flowers trying to cope with only have his own thoughts again.

"Yeah... I remember Death teachin' the kids... Mine weren't great at it."

Angelo's eyes softened at the mention of Evils children. Precisely the subject he had been trying to avoid, but perhaps it was best to let the other man talk about it.

"I am sure they had other talents. One's more akin to your own."

"Eros was too much like me, ya know? That's how come he spilt into two and we got Echo. Suppose its better for 'em not to be around."

Evil shrugged, absently stroking his nails back and forth over his marked hand. His right hand still held most of the orange.

"Ecstasy was nothin' like me, lucky her. Kinda. I suppose."

Evil pulled himself up from where he crouched, grinning. "So I guess if ya not got much to say, I should let ya get back to work, right?"

"If you like." Angelo smiled, wishing he had something to occupy Evils other hand.

"Or we could just... Share a comfortable silence whilst picking fruit?"

As he suggested it, he realised that he would like that very much should Evil say yes.

"That'd be nice," Evil admitted. Even so he shrugged and forced his hands into his pockets.

The silence from his Other Half disconcerted him as much as his incessant whispers did, and so Evil's comfort was gone.

"But ya know. Nice isn't what I'm used to. Best to go."

"You're going already?" There was disappointment in his voice as well as relief. If Evil went Angelo would not have to keep things from him any longer. Still, he did not sit will with the notion of 'out of sight out of mind' and he would have preferred the Force stay a while.

"Yeah," Evil replied, somewhat distant as he looked around the garden. "Yeah. Life of a wastrel, ya know? Always gotta be somewhere else."

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