✖ IC CONTACT #1

[silverking]

Well?

You're here because you have something to say, so... out with it.

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[silverking]

Of course it won't.

[ 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. ]

[priscilla]

Poor Riful? Do you feel sorry for her?

[...yeah, she doubts it.]

[silverking]

[ He just laughs and shakes his head. ]

[priscilla]

Mm.

[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.

[silverking]

You mean Dauf?

[ 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? ]

[priscilla]

Is that his name?

...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.