[She takes a deep breath and blinks back the tears. Her face feels hot, no doubt dusting pink in unseemly blotches.]
I'm angry that it had to be you. I'm angry that it had to be Margaret, and Sora. I'm angry about Sidon, about Eunhyuk, about Dahut and Scien and — I'm mad. I'm so furious I could scream.
But I do know that it's something about this place. It chokes us. It makes us into monsters. And you're not a monster Dion. It would be so much easier if you were.
[Said with extra bite. She comes closer, pressing her hands against the glass.]
They shouldn't have to be. And the people these things happen to, they never got a say in being cursed. So no, they're not monsters and you're not a monster. You're looking at what happened now with regret, aren't you?
Are you sorry that you did it, or sorry that you got caught?
Rosamund lets the moment simmer in time with her temper. No longer boiling, but sitting at a manageable heat. She knew it had to be this. He's not himself. And he won't listen, won't change his tune unless whatever's sunken into his head leaks out.]
Dion. [She sighs. Her fingers flex against the glass. How dreadful to be so impotent. Useless once more, unable to help.] I think...at some point, you'll feel differently. But it won't be here. And definitely not now.
You're not a monster, and you never have been. I stand by that. I'm just...I'm just very tired of telling everyone who comes here the same thing.
[That it isn't them. Mostly she gets rebuffed for it, even if she's right.]
If I can help, I will. You deserve a better story too. Much better than this.
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[She shakes her head. Though she's bled herself dry these last few days, there's enough left in her for new tears yet.]
It wasn't truly easy. Not for who you really are. And I've had to kill before, I know what it's like.
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[ he sighs ]
I am not as good a man as you believe me to be.
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And you're not as terrible a man as you believe yourself to be.
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[She takes a deep breath and blinks back the tears. Her face feels hot, no doubt dusting pink in unseemly blotches.]
I'm angry that it had to be you. I'm angry that it had to be Margaret, and Sora. I'm angry about Sidon, about Eunhyuk, about Dahut and Scien and — I'm mad. I'm so furious I could scream.
But I do know that it's something about this place. It chokes us. It makes us into monsters. And you're not a monster Dion. It would be so much easier if you were.
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[ he sounds so tired ]
Intention? Malice? Perhaps some existences are simply cursed. All the good intention in the world means little in the face of the harm I've done.
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[Said with extra bite. She comes closer, pressing her hands against the glass.]
They shouldn't have to be. And the people these things happen to, they never got a say in being cursed. So no, they're not monsters and you're not a monster. You're looking at what happened now with regret, aren't you?
Are you sorry that you did it, or sorry that you got caught?
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I regret losing my temper. I should've been able to control myself, but I... do not regret it.
[ he looks puzzled, like he doesn't quite understand ]
I do not regret it.
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Rosamund lets the moment simmer in time with her temper. No longer boiling, but sitting at a manageable heat. She knew it had to be this. He's not himself. And he won't listen, won't change his tune unless whatever's sunken into his head leaks out.]
Dion. [She sighs. Her fingers flex against the glass. How dreadful to be so impotent. Useless once more, unable to help.] I think...at some point, you'll feel differently. But it won't be here. And definitely not now.
You're not a monster, and you never have been. I stand by that. I'm just...I'm just very tired of telling everyone who comes here the same thing.
[That it isn't them. Mostly she gets rebuffed for it, even if she's right.]
If I can help, I will. You deserve a better story too. Much better than this.