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[shall_yield_us]

The same substance, in a tea spoon's fill is cure, in excess is... hmmm. Poison.

Well, Paracelsus be bless-damned, I shouldn't want more than a bite of you nomad tribes any-the-how. Unless you bring and maybe sing news, or blood offerings, or prayers.

But mostly news. Come, come, parasites. I'll take your news.


[ ooc: nothing past AS vol. 18, please ;; ]

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[shall_yield_us]

Then leash me. Teach me.

Come, come. Do away with me. Let's we see your hatred.

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[guardiansinner]

[Things trickle through her mind in horrified shock at that. No, she wouldn't.... It's tempting. But he's dangerous, and it's wrong. And it's horrible. How could she ever even THINK that? Think of stooping to his level, even for a second?!]

[guardiansinner]

Stop that!

You wouldn't learn, anyway, even if I explained it all to you, and told you better ways to handle it. You're just trying to rile me up.

[And she's letting him. And she knows it.]

[shall_yield_us]

No. What I'm doing is succeeding.

[guardiansinner]

[Now she's even more pissed off. Rosiel is IMPOSSIBLE!]

Yes, but you're baiting me with pointless things! You willingly know you won't change, but offer that before me. For nothing, other than to make me angrier.

[shall_yield_us]

And to taste that anger, to remember it. Don't think so little of your pain: I treasure it.

[guardiansinner]

Why?! That's horrible!

Pain hurts. To treasure something you force on someone like that...it's wrong. It's sick. It's sadistic!

[shall_yield_us]

Says she, beloved of all who matter.

[guardiansinner]

[A nagging voice in her mind suggests she STOP TALKING TO HIM. It's been denied.]

All who matter? Are you saying only Setsuna matters to you?

[shall_yield_us]

My sister, who shares your brother's corpse. Blesses it so.

[guardiansinner]

You don't care for anyone else? Not at all?

And it's not his corpse! It's his living breathing body!