[Knock Knock] Coffee Break

It was certainly a interesting tale. Far wyrder than what he initially expected; Bosko continued to refill the Kin's cup throughout, and gave it a few moments before he finally responded. 

"And you are certain killing this... 'Double' is the correct course of action, for yourself? Dismissing the fact that we may not fully understand this, murder is rarely beneficial for the Kin. Suicide, even less so I imagine." That was how Bosko saw it. Killing a copy of you, that shares even a fragment of your memories and ambitions? One that seems detached from the hells they've all had to endure? "I know I probably could not kill such a copy of myself- not without great hesitation at least. Could you? And, even if you did... Would you benefit? And if you would, would the courts? Your fellow Kin?" That was Bosko's standard, usually.

"I am not asking you to not- and if you DO pursue this course, I will assist you." This wasn't his double, it was Dan's choice to make in the end. Bosko just looked tired- his grey, wrinkled features looked to Dan. Worn eyes unblinking.  "But I do ask that you think carefully. As I said before- murder... The act, the feeling, the... Hunger it can develop. It is unhealthy for our kind. No matter how it is justified or under what cause it is done." 

Bosko was quiet for a good while. No drinking, no eating, just breathing. As quiet as it was, you could almost hear the inner-workings of machinery churning within; spinning, twisting, grinding to produce each gentle burst of air. Something new was in it though- this close to him, in this small space, you could smell it far more easily. Scorched Earth. Charcoal. Burnt remains. With every word Dan said, it became more prominent. Creeping into the space- so that by the time he did finally speak, the scent was impossible to miss. Never overpowering, but clearly prominent.

"Ser Croupier-" A change in tone, and in address. "-if you do not see any other choice, I suggest you look harder, and Find One. If you are to choose this path, it will be because you believe it is the right one- not because it is the only one." The rumble of an engine grew a bit louder, a single pip on a volume knob. "I should not have to remind you-" nor did he, clearly, WANT to "-that we are, all of us hellwalkers, living proof of defying the sole 'choice' made for us." A fate laid out by Devils, a fate they all escaped to some degree.

He was silent for a bit. He was, but the engine was not. And in an absence of conversation, it appeared a hair louder. Hungry for fuel.

"Whatever your reasons for what happens tonight, I need you to look me in the eye, and tell me it will be because you chose them. If there are to be any regrets on this night, they will be at your feet. And on your hands. That you will take responsibility when deserved, for the choice you made." Such cowering behind a lack of it, from a being that chose to defy a Devil... it reminded Bosko more of a demeaning description of a Winter. 

...Granted, Bosko's attitude was quickly flaring somewhat like a bad trope of a Summer's. As was the sound of the engine, which almost seemed to Jump up in volume depending on the annunciation. But he took another moment- took another deep, scorched breath. The stench faded, but the sound remained... Though fainter now.

"These beings, these copies- they are an anomaly. We do not understand them, and it is likely they do not understand themselves. If we do approach him, under any circumstances, he will likely react... Spontaneously." Like you were, Bosko thought. "Especially if they see you. Themselves. A cautious individual might study the general anomaly. The cause. The potential solution. If this is a magick, if it is temporary and borne to fade, or capable of being dispelled and altered. Or a permanent addition to our realm. Knowing will help decide another course, and perhaps open others. Such measures will take time however- and in that time, who knows what might happen." A sound, like a soft metallic cough... No, not a cough. 

He was laughing. "So, Ser Croupier. Dan... The decision is yours. As I said earlier, whatever it is... I will support it. And support you for making it." Eyes stared at him now. Waiting. They had all the time, in this food truck. Dan could take as long as he needed.    

Bosko said nothing at first, perhaps thinking. perhaps he was disappointed. He didn't betray it, whatever the pause meant.

But after awhile, he simply nodded. "Very Well- if that is your choice." The metallic figure stood, joints groaning like old machinery as he did so. "If you have a coat or some other means of disguise, I suggest you utilize it- otherwise, your twin could react rather appropriately- and that would likely not bode well for them. We can take my truck, if you wish." Bosko didn't seem at all unwilling (and DEFINITELY didn't seem incapable) of violence. But his tone did suggest he'd rather avoid the worst case scenario.

At being called a friend, Bosko nodded. "Our lives as Hellwalkers are rarely consistent- often as varied and messy as our splintered minds. But we are connected, in that. The bonds we forge between kin are often the strongest. And the most important." Above all else.