*Midori frowns*
"You know, I didn't have to visit you."

*Toma looks up and outside the cell, standing up and walking over to the bars, facing Tetsuo*

Toma: You can call me whatever, I don't care.

T: "Okay, Asshole. Just wanted to stop by and say hi."

*he drinks some of that scotch, just a little*

T: "You know, I'm sorry I couldn't knock some sense into you after all this time of knowing ya."

*Hibana nods and shrugs*
"Eh, I wasn't expecting many visitors. Would've lived in this cell with sheer silence, tranquility, and loneliness."

*Midori slides the peanut butter in, just peanut butter in a jar*
"I thought you would like some..."

*Toma shrugs*

Toma: It's not like you knew my entire life story in a nutshell, or what my motivations were for the future.

*Hibana accepts the PB*
"Been a while since I tasted this."

T: "Maybe you're right. Doesn't change what ended up happening, but eh, hindsight's 20/20."

*he stashes the bottle in a coat pocket so no one else sees it*

"You know, a friend of mine once compared the world to a mine shaft. Widely empty-looking and dangerous on the surface, but the real value's on the inside. Life is precious."

*Midori smiles*
"I made a special request: let me in with this jar, and I won't decapitate the guards in one fatal swoop."

*Hibana chuckles*
"I wouldn't doubt your ability to decapitate anyone. You'd have people pissing themselves like Niagra Falls."

Toma: Here we go again with Tetsuo's drunk inspiring speeches, wheeee. Would it be ok to ask for your autograph? Maybe I could sell it on the black market and make millions.

*he gasps in fake excitement*

*chuckles*

"Hey, at least I don't go around killing people because someone died. All I did was start drinking."

*doesn't really care if that's considered tasteless or not*

*Midori smiles*
"ANd your language hasn't cleaned up one bit."

*Hibana shrugs*
"I like foul, vulgar language?."

*Midori sighs*
"You cheered for me...when I put Toma in a headlock...why? You called me Momma..."