He accepted the name. Yoite wondered if it was anything crucial. He hadn't asked for a family one, so he assumed not, but the contract --
It sounded easy. That's why it made him wary. Obvious truths were the most dangerous ones, and he already knew well enough in their short time together that Crowley wasn't a man of... honorable means? No. Yoite didn't doubt he'd keep to his terms. And if he didn't anyway, they'd certainly have to see to that later. But Yoite didn't trust him. That wasn't saying much. Yoite didn't trust anybody. But it was his eyes. Unbothered, simple, brown. Hollow. There was nothing behind those eyes, just like that deep and roiling black ki that frothed beneath his human exterior.
"You're going to erase me from existence," Yoite says after a moment's pause, and for once, his voice is very even. He sounds more sure of what he wants here than he does of his own name. "This isn't so simple as a death. I want there to be no more Yoite. I want there to have never been a Yoite. I want there to be no trace of me, throughout history, throughout existence, memories, thoughts. It's like pressing that key on the computer when you've made a mistake. 'Delete'."
He carefully and clinically churns over his words to decide if they're thorough enough, if he's covered all of his bases. Loopholes always exist, and he doesn't want to leave any for Crowley to... take advantage of. "I'm assuming if I die before then, it renders the contract void."
And with an equally careful frown, as thoughtfully sculpted as his words, he stares Crowley down, a bit more heatedly before. "Now you'll tell me what that's worth to you, and also what happens to either of us if a contract is rendered null and void."
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It sounded easy. That's why it made him wary. Obvious truths were the most dangerous ones, and he already knew well enough in their short time together that Crowley wasn't a man of... honorable means? No. Yoite didn't doubt he'd keep to his terms. And if he didn't anyway, they'd certainly have to see to that later. But Yoite didn't trust him. That wasn't saying much. Yoite didn't trust anybody. But it was his eyes. Unbothered, simple, brown. Hollow. There was nothing behind those eyes, just like that deep and roiling black ki that frothed beneath his human exterior.
"You're going to erase me from existence," Yoite says after a moment's pause, and for once, his voice is very even. He sounds more sure of what he wants here than he does of his own name. "This isn't so simple as a death. I want there to be no more Yoite. I want there to have never been a Yoite. I want there to be no trace of me, throughout history, throughout existence, memories, thoughts. It's like pressing that key on the computer when you've made a mistake. 'Delete'."
He carefully and clinically churns over his words to decide if they're thorough enough, if he's covered all of his bases. Loopholes always exist, and he doesn't want to leave any for Crowley to... take advantage of. "I'm assuming if I die before then, it renders the contract void."
And with an equally careful frown, as thoughtfully sculpted as his words, he stares Crowley down, a bit more heatedly before. "Now you'll tell me what that's worth to you, and also what happens to either of us if a contract is rendered null and void."