31 - Forgive Your Enemies - Nothing Annoys Them So Much

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[ In a dark bedroom, Karl faces a mirror. ]

[ Awkwardly buttoning up his shirt, one-handed, he shoots his cuffs, and smoothes his hair. He doesn't bother to switch on a lamp. Or acknowledge the blinking Network device on his desk. When he turns, the empty sleeve of his right arm is seen. Tied off, it flaps uselessly at his side. He growls. ]

Waste of a perfect suit. But I forgive this place for being infuriatingly westernized and lacking any decent ao dai.

[ With an air of distaste, he snatches up the device. ]

Others I must forgive are absent. But Saya. I forgive you for being a bloodthirsty bitch and chopping my arm off to begin with. I also forgive you for leaving before I could eviscerate you and return the favor. When we next meet in Hell, may our reunion be a peaceable one. Haji. I forgive you for leaving with Saya, like her damned pet dog. You are pathetic. But you really can't help it.

Brother Amshel. I forgive you for your priggishness and manipulations. You're an utter bastard. But you made me what I am. You're exculpated and I wish you a sweet and sudden death. Solomon. I forgive you for killing me and siding with our enemies for something as idiotic as love. While I'd cheerfully strangle you, I understand you're as insane lonely as I am. Not to mention as stupid.

Grigori. I forgive your crackpot theories and your mongoloid fetish. Your influence on Amshel is why I suffered. If I met you, I'd slaughter you. But I understand you were an addlepated twat who didn't know better. Martin. I forgive you for getting killed by Solomon dying. Although you were a Nazi  had issues, you were all right. James. I forgive you too. You had the personality of a dead gnat. But you were family. Perhaps we could've found something in common over tea and crumpets?

Citizens. I forgive you for being dull, wretched, mewling pests. You're only human. You aren't capable of better.

Tch. I forgive the City, too, for its imbecilic curses and for resurrecting me after my death. I despise being alive. But perhaps I can stop and smell the roses. It's not like I have anything better to do.

[OOC: So very cursed xD ]

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[beyourarmy]

I'm almost offended this time.

But, hey, I'll forgive you for always going after my blood and seeing me as nothing but prey.

What happened to your arm, anyway?

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I forgive you for flaunting your tasty blood and constantly referring to yourself as prey.

But then, you do get off on it.

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[ His arm? ]

Nothing.

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[beyourarmy]

I don't flaunt my blood. That would be like...cutting myself.

And I only refer to myself that way because, well.... If you don't see me as prey, what am I to you? I mean, other than Cherub and obnoxious, too.

[beyourarmy]

HEY! Wait a minute! I do NOT get off on it!

done

[beyourarmy]

Bullshit! It's not there so SOMETHING happened to it. You can just say you don't want to talk about it, you know.

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A thorn in my side. An eyelash in my eye. A pebble in my shoe.

All that. And a chatterbox too.

[ He doesn't mean it, Sets. Mostly. ]

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Yes, you do.

The more pain you slog through. The more trouble you get in. It thrills you.

You need it.

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I don't.

You're bad at keeping secrets.

[beyourarmy]

I know I'm a chatterbox! So what? Why the fuck do you even talk to me, then? It'd make more sense if I was prey, and makes none with the way you put it.

And I don't get off on it. I don't like being in pain. I do like some danger and excitement, though. I won't argue that.

Where the hell did the secrets thing come from? And are you so sure about that? I'm actually pretty good at it. The problem is how many people take things for granted and forget to TELL ME they are secrets. I just don't care about talking about myself.

After having my love interest flaunted to my entire school by someone trying to enrage me, all of Heaven knowing me as Alexiel, I've kind of lost the need for secrecy about my own life.

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[ So. ]

[ Much. ]

[ Talking. ]

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It's a wonder you aren't blue in the face.

[beyourarmy]

I'm used to it.

You didn't answer any of my questions.

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Your lungs are probably big enough to use as floatation devices.

[ Still not answering the questions. ]

[beyourarmy]

They wouldn't fit in my chest if they were.

Why aren't you answering me, Karl? The answers hard to say or something?

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Tsk.

Setsuna.

Prove your mouth is capable of more than cute noises and endless flapping.

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Be quiet for a minute.

Just.

One.

[beyourarmy]

Why? You gonna answer anything if I do?

[worldofourown]

That's if you do.

[ And no. ]

[ He won't answer a thing. ]

[beyourarmy]

[He does stick his tongue out, but he's quiet.]

[Does Karl really want him filling in the blanks? Because being quiet means he has time to think things over and give it some actual THOUGHT.]

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[ Good luck prying anything out of him. ]

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[ In the meantime? ]

[ Silence. ]

[ Is. ]

[ Golden. ]

[beyourarmy]

[If you like silence that much, Karl? Probably shouldn't talk to Setsuna. Ever.]

Okay! You've had five minutes. Now why's it so hard to just answer me?

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[ Sigh. Over too soon. ]

It just is.

[beyourarmy]

Don't tell me you actually like me or something. Because that would be kinda messed up.

[You bring it on yourself, Karl, you really do. Just stop talking to him, now. Walk away, while it's easy.]