truth_is_cold

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[Rhade's voice, steady and flat.] I have my deal, and my mission is over. If you have any parting wishes, I would like to hear them now. I am sincerely hoping that returning won't be necessary.

[Private to Riddick | Audio]

The invitation stands when you're ready. I'll leave you with the access code to the planet. You'll have to forgive the defenses, we have more thieves to worry about in the galaxy these days. Giant civilization shattering wars tend to do that.

[Private to Ben | Audio]

You make me very proud. Take care of your people.

[Private to Friends | Audio]

Thank you. I would never have returned in the first place if I didn't know that people like you would be there. If you have something special that you would like to be kept safe, I'd like something to take back to the Collection with me. [He wants keepsakes, and keepsakes that'll be preserved for a very long time.]

I do want to see you again. Come find me when you have the chance. The Barge has been helpful in giving me that chance.

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I won't give up. Not this time. [He looks Dylan in the very bruised face.]

I wish you could come with me now. [And before Dylan can answer, he's kissing him again, this time gripping at his collar.]

[His mouth was open to answer when suddenly it's full of Rhade lips instead. He accepts this, but thinks it's only fair if Rhade opens his mouth, too, and takes steps to encourage this. When the kiss ends, he finishes the sentence he only barely began.]

I wish I could too.

But I've got a universe to save and a crew to keep alive. But when that's done, boy am I looking forward to retirement. [And if retirement just happens to occasionally include special ops-ing into high security museums to steal art (to protect it from destruction and looting as civilization collapses), well, every retiree needs a few hobbies.]

[Still holding to his collar he leans in close so their lips are nearly grazing, and in a breathy, needy voice he whispers-]

Promise me you won't try to kill me again.

Never again. [Dylan whispers back.] Not ever. I promise.

[Good enough for him. His ribs are still aching, and his head still hurts, but it doesn't matter. This is their last chance for some time, possibly years. So he pulls Dylan towards the desk because the bedroom is too far, not letting go or stopping kissing him the entire time.

He has a feeling he'll be complaining a lot, but he will be more upset if he doesn't.]]

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