As Dy was inspecting his knuckle, looking for any more dirt in it, he held it up to Sony. "Hey, if you love it you want it?" When Dy spoke, it was with a smile. Making himself bleed had brought back the normal Dy, the not so serious one. He laughed. "Well well, Miss Sony, you seem to have quite the blood addiction for being a Nobody. Are you sure you're not a Bullet in disguise?" He was teasing now, knowing that she despised both the Outcasts and Bullets. Standing up and brushing the dirt from the floor off of his butt, Dy realized that he was craving something. Yep, you guessed it, nicotine. Dy had a greater affliction for those little cancer sticks more than his alter did apparently.

Searching through his numerous pockets, Dy pouted a little. The stupid guards had stolen his Marlboros and his lighter. Damn, he was already running low on the stash in his room as it was. "Hey, ya got any cigarettes?" Dy asked her. He didn't know if she even smoked or not but hey, it was worth a try.

Dy couldn't help but smile at the reaction he got out of her from talking about gangs. "Oh, come now, do they really need protection? Think about it. No one would have been killed if people would have just let go of their stubborn attitude...." Dy trailed off when the cigarettes were produced. Bingo, she hit it right on the mark when she said the jackasses took them away. Dy hadn't talked to his normal supplier in a while for his alter had kept getting him in trouble, limiting his ability to leave the grounds. Dy did, however have suppliers in the Institute, but they knew when Dy was normal and when he wasn't. If normal Dy visited them in the middle of the night, he would get the door slammed in his face. That wouldn't be very helpful for his addiction.

Watching as she lit the pipe, Dy sighed. "Now what fun would it be for me if you died from this coke addiction? I would much rather you got shot or stabbed. Maybe even by my hand." Hello, Mr. Straightforward.

Dy blew a puff of smoke at her. Now, if you are killed by that stuff you are inhaling, I'm gonna stalk you for eternity after we both die." he said with a crooked smile. He had been completely aware of the death conversation between him and Sony not so long ago. Even though he was normal again, he still didn't have any more of a guess where dead people went but he thought implying that they would just wander around after death helped illustrate his point.

Dy giggled slightly as he played a scene of the three gang leaders going down in a hail of bullets, just like in the movies. That would just be too perfect for the three most powerful insane people around. Everyone would want them to suffer so much more, but the ones the patients actually followed would all be gone at the same time, and the people against the gangs of insane teenagers would be ever so happy about that. But it would still be cool to die a move script ending.

"Ah, sweet little Sony-kins, you wanna die with me?" he said it with a teasing sort of smile and tone, but truly meant it. If he was going to die there, he would much rather die with a rival than alone and by himself.

Dy huffed at her remark about his little cancer stick. By the time he would die from them, he would already have died from something else. So in response, he inhaled a large amount and slowly released it, letting it speak for him. It said that he didn't care about dying from them. At least they didn't mess up his mind anymore. The effects of his addiction wouldn't even show until he was forty or fifty. He had long ago decided that he wouldn't live that long.

Seeing Sony get annoyed with what looked like thin air to Dy surprised him until he realized that she probably saw spirits. That was one thing Dy was glad for. That he didn't see ghosts that is. Dead people had always been a turn off to him. Blood had never even been something Dy liked to see. It was a wonder that his other had such a strong affliction for blood and killing. Anyways, dead people's spirits just kinda freaked Dy out.

Dy looked at her when she spoke again. He wasn't sure if he wanted to bring anyone except the other leaders down with him. He was hoping that if they died, the gangs would diffuse at least enough for everyone to rally together and break out or something so they could live like those on the outside. However, he somewhat knew that that would probably not happen. That didn't need to be brought to attention though. "Come now, you can't with just me. Who else are you gonna bring to the after life?"

Dy jumped at the sudden yell but was soon too preoccupied with hiding his cigarette from the guard to remember until the guard was gone. "Aw man did ya have to yell like that? It is the middle of the night. You're attracting attention." Dy said, well more like mumbled since the slim stick was back between his lips. It was almost gone by now and Dy took back out the box and lighter to get another one after rubbing the embers out on the wall. The new cigarette brought the calm feeling back over him. Until she said who else she would take with her that is.

"Now Sony, you know as well as I do how forbidden that is." He sighed and inhaled again. He blew out the long strand of white smoke before continuing. "This is going to bite you n the end, but I don't care. Another part of me is itching to strangle some sense into you, but he's not coming out for a while." Dy said, referring to his alter, who was squirming. Seeing as Dy didn't really care about gang boundaries and the alter did, that was no surprise.

Dy smiled as Sony suggested changing topics, finally. He wasn't one to say he didn't like to talk about death in this place."Okay, let's talk about animals. If you could be any type of animal, what would it be and why?" Dy asked, smiling again.