"I don't consider you a poison, Morphine. I consider you the companion you once were to me... if that is agreeable to you again? If you'll have me," he said to her, raising an eyebrow while he tried not to become too excited by the choices presented in front of him. He knew what he wanted and what he absolutely did not. He pointed at the pills, the small white pills that looked nothing like the needles of their brother's junkies. Cocaine knew that he was still an addict, even coming to his sister, but perhaps he wouldn't have to look the part anymore.
His hand fell back to his side and he quickly pushed his sleeve down back over his track marked arm. "Avinza. I'm done with needles. Leave them for the damned Organic." He meant Marijuana, of course, the one who'd now stolen Heroin from the both of them, as far as Cocaine as concerned. Nevermind the fact that it had been he and Heroin who'd originally left Morphine's home, breaking up their pseudo-family. No, Cocaine was content to blame Marijuana for all of it. After all, he was the reason they couldn't all be together now.
"I miss us," he mused aloud softly, staring at the vial of morphine. "I miss us together, in that house. Even before Heroin arrived. I thought-- I thought that even through the breaks in our cycles he would stay with me. I never would have left you if I'd-- well, it was a mistake."