31 - Forgive Your Enemies - Nothing Annoys Them So Much

[worldofourown]

[ 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 ]

Comments

[worldofourown]

Let's forget this conversation ever occurred.

[beyourarmy]

No. You can forget it if you want to, but I won't.

[worldofourown]

Must I resort to duct tape?

Or the cutting of pink and wiggly Cherub-tongues?

1/2

[beyourarmy]

[He closes his mouth to that, quickly, wide-eyed, and shakes his head.]

[beyourarmy]

[NOW he's a little hurt.]

If it bothers you that much, why are you still talking to me?

[worldofourown]

[ Sorry, Sets. Karl is a dick. ]

It was you who started the conversation.

[beyourarmy]

[He knows that part. That's why most of what Karl says doesn't affect him.]

You didn't have to keep talking to me if you didn't want to. You've never had trouble hanging up on me in the past.

[worldofourown]

What a wonderful suggestion.

Set-chan.

[ His Japanese has the strangest rhythm. ]

[ Also: click. ]