You Won't Get Into Heaven II

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“Stay safe–I’ll be back, I swear!”
The Warden’s retreat was understandably quick, given the gravity of the Construct’s situation. Milae’s eyes stayed on Dario for as long as he could manage, but it was only brief as the pair disappeared. The stag was too stunned from just moments before to put up a fight. He was alone.
A shame he didn’t leave the book.
Almost alone.
I did not see you taking the path of a bōkari... or is it fun to play pretend?
“Not how that works- wait, no. Stop.” Dario looked aimlessly around, nearly forgetting that this voice wasn’t attached to anything. His voice was flat, with remnants of a break every now and then. “Can I have even a moment of peace?”
In wartime, ástin mín? The end of the sentence carried an almost perceptibly foul tone. I have provided my assurances that you will not see harm beyond the minor injuries you’ve already sustained of your own accord. 
“You have an odd definition of autonomy.” Dario could see the helm in the distance as he wiped dirt and gravel from his legs. “I’m useful to no one if I won’t be allowed to help where it’s needed.”
Your juvenile perception of the matters at hand is concerning. Is the fulfillment of our contract not of greater precedence?
Virion had its attention turned in the direction of the Construct, seemingly unbothered by Dario’s spoken disagreement. The stag shut his eyes in the hopes that he could shut everything out.
“Greater precedence to what?” Dario wiped under his nose; a trail of crimson streaked across his hand as he pulled it away.
Incredible.
“Where were you when Sylar had me in a fucking basement? When we were jumped right before coming back to the White Hallows?” His hands gripped the ground below. “When Sylar nearly did me in on Haligan?”
You believe Sylar’s fate was by your hand? A substantially longer pause than normal followed this statement, as if allowing Dario the time to recall. Today is not your first encounter with the endless bounds of gifts I offer you, smjaðra fyrir.
The scene played out with terrifying accuracy in Dario’s mind - the sight of Milae in the snow, Sylar’s talons raised to attack, and his own charge… but then, nothing.
He knew the outcome, but he was unable to recall the moment itself.
“You. Sylar was… because of you.”
I did not know enough of the seidkonur at that point to know if he would be successful in his defense of you. I could not trust you to do what was necessary.
“So why then, and not before?” Dario’s tone was more innocently inquisitive now, having a genuine interest in piecing this together. “You let it get to that point.”
We would disagree. You could have ended things far sooner, but you chose not to utilize the tools afforded to you.
“You know why I couldn’t.”
I know that you were a coward. Dario’s head stung at the last word, as if a physical manifestation of the venom it delivered. Only once the scout was in a tragically parallel situation could you take action. Your efforts of self-preservation are minimal at best.
“I’m a fucking human!” Dario’s back burned as he forced himself to his hooves. “I’m a person! How can you hold me to an impossible standard?”
You are not supposed to be here, Hjort. You remain on this plane at my pleasure. Should you wish to insult that, then maybe I have not done enough to persuade you.
“Forgive me if I’m not convinced. Spare me the riddles.” Dario walked over to the helm, slowly bending down to pick it up and dust it off. “I don’t see how I can fulfill any sort of contract, especially one that I never asked for, if I’m sidelined.”
Making minor adjustments to secure the bone against his antlers, Dario let his eyes fall on the Construct. His raised arm served as a perch for Virion, who had not broken concentration.
“This matter, or whatever you’d like to call it, between us can wait.”
The air was deceptively still; no response was given. Dario knew the entity had not disappeared entirely, but he wasn’t going to stick around to wait for it.
“Alright, Virion. Let’s get you back to Juro.”