[ He watches her, taking in the sight of her as he has been doing ever since her awakening. It's hard to believe everything worked out as well as it did. ]
[ A small smile appears and he nods. ]
I'm enjoying it...for now. There is no telling whether or not they'll return. I almost hope that they do.
Things might grow stagnant otherwise.
[ Like before. Do you remember? ]
[ He wants to avoid that, Priscilla. At all costs. ]
[She blinks once, and tips her head to the side, slowly, listening to something... or feeling it.]
There's nothing of her left. That thing in the ruins... it has no mind, or heart, or soul. It has no thoughts, or drive. It brings only chaos. It reaps only despair. It lives to destroy.
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[ A small smile appears and he nods. ]
I'm enjoying it...for now. There is no telling whether or not they'll return. I almost hope that they do.
Things might grow stagnant otherwise.
[ Like before. Do you remember? ]
[ He wants to avoid that, Priscilla. At all costs. ]
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[She blinks once, and tips her head to the side, slowly, listening to something... or feeling it.]
There's nothing of her left. That thing in the ruins... it has no mind, or heart, or soul. It has no thoughts, or drive. It brings only chaos. It reaps only despair. It lives to destroy.
Just like the last time.
[And now she looks at the screen.]
But it won't hurt you.
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[ He returns the stare silently, and then his gaze wanders away. ]
Poor Riful will be on her own if she returns, then.
[ That will be most interesting. ]
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[...yeah, she doubts it.]
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[She nods a little, because really, come on.]
...of course, if that man did come here, that could be nice, too. I could kill him, again.
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[ Of course you do. Who else has ties to Riful? But wait... ]
[ His attention is back on Priscilla, eyes sharp. ]
[ The unasked question is, You killed him, did you? ]
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...yes. He said he would tear off my limbs, cut me open, pull out my innards and leave me to a torturous death.
[...]
I thought it sounded like a nice idea. So I did it to him.
But he chased me with those rods in his back. And he... helped me to remember. The pain, like that day - the day I met Teresa. Or the day I met you.
[She gives the screen an oddly fond look. Odd, that is, considering the subject matter.]
That's how I remembered the story. My story.
I would have left him alone, but he had no mind left, by then. He kept hitting me. So I made him disappear.