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What makes you infer, that I am the one who is intrigued by the bluebird? Etrigan irritably snapped out the moment he hung up the phone.
Jason Blood rolled his eyes in exasperation. “Come on, this is the most awake you’ve been in ages.”
After a few, Etrigan reluctantly said I never realized, that it was common for solutions of this kind to be utilized.
“It isn’t. I don’t think Nightwing had many other options available to him though,” Jason replied as he fixed himself a cup of tea.
Jason let out a relieved noise when Etrigan stopped talking, seeming thoughtful. Unfortunately, the demon could never stay quiet for long. You know, if you ever need a couple of hours just to relax and/or rant with a cup of tea, you’re more than welcome to visit me, Etrigan mockingly repeated.
“You’re not the only one who can rhyme,” Jason grumbled. “Besides, I doubt he’ll even remember.”
Then there is the question, why ever did you make the suggestion? Etrigan rather curiously asked.
Jason let out a tired sigh. “I don’t know.” Liar. He knew exactly why he had made the offer.
He was... lonely. From the very beginning, he had tried to isolate himself from the world. Well, technically he was never alone, but with a companion that he hadn’t asked for nor wanted. The centuries of living with the curse had slowly eaten away at his mind and soul. However, it was the price to pay if he wanted to prevent people from suffering horrible fates at the hands of Etrigan and the slew of problems he brought with him.
Solitariness was a far worse demon than the one residing in his body.
Jason shook his head morosely, before putting the entire matter out of his mind. Dick had better things to do than visit an old man like him.