A noble goal. [she says, leaning forward over the table towards him. she grins, her teeth snarled and crooked, and a small bit of saliva drips from the corner of her mouth.]
Ohhh... that is delightful, that misery. That old, festering misery. And what would you do, for that revenge? What would you do... to twist the hand of fate? To achieve that revenge? What would you sacrifice?
[ he should be scared, but he isn't. this is tapping deep into his anger, his hatred, of one specific person. the reason for his misery, and the reason he's going to get his revenge- no matter what. ]
But it sounds like you might be offering something...
I don't have any items to offer. I have this - [ the unicorn horn ] - but I have a feeling it's not quite what you're looking for. So what is it that you want me to say... My soul? Another year of my life? That's nothing compared to the suffering I've already been through.
[ he frowns. he's still getting the impression that there is something specific he's supposed to say. she clearly knows everything about him, so surely she must know what she wants, too. ]
There's only one thing that I can think of, but I'm not sure I can offer it. If I give you my freedom, that defeats the purpose of my revenge. It's as I've already told you... I've sacrificed everything. My father is dead, and Rishid... [ he might be, too. ] Which leaves myself and my sister, who I haven't spoken to in five years. You're not exactly giving me much to work with. I have skills, and I have my desire to see the Pharaoh dead. Nothing else. I've been doing whatever it takes to get closer to him, and I'm going to see to it that he dies, whether it's by my own hand or yours.
I made my decision a long time ago, and I don't need you to insult me by undoing all my hard work. I want to kill him, and I'm going to. I don't need your help! I'll escape from here, I'll graduate from that awful school, and I will kill him. I'll make his life miserable just like he made mine!
it's that space area again. it's quiet, and he floats. he floats for... a long time. he feels time passing, slow, slow, slow. a second at a time. he exists for a thousand years, excruciatingly slow. he feels her mind degrade, feels his consciousness slip, feels his sanity slowly slipping away. for a thousand years, he is here, in this space, alone.
and then there are whispers.
welcome. welcome. welcome.
you are needed elsewhere. and so he wakes, in a grave, covered in dirt.
the last thing he sees is a familiar coat, whipping wildly in the cold, winter wind.]
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There is something you want, very dearly. Revenge, correct? Would you tell me... more?
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I want to get revenge for my family. For slaving away in darkness for thousands of years...
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Ohhh... that is delightful, that misery. That old, festering misery. And what would you do, for that revenge? What would you do... to twist the hand of fate? To achieve that revenge? What would you sacrifice?
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[ he should be scared, but he isn't. this is tapping deep into his anger, his hatred, of one specific person. the reason for his misery, and the reason he's going to get his revenge- no matter what. ]
But it sounds like you might be offering something...
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Perhaps. But not without something from you.
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What I want is to be given something that you know you would not want to lose.
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There's only one thing that I can think of, but I'm not sure I can offer it. If I give you my freedom, that defeats the purpose of my revenge. It's as I've already told you... I've sacrificed everything. My father is dead, and Rishid... [ he might be, too. ] Which leaves myself and my sister, who I haven't spoken to in five years. You're not exactly giving me much to work with. I have skills, and I have my desire to see the Pharaoh dead. Nothing else. I've been doing whatever it takes to get closer to him, and I'm going to see to it that he dies, whether it's by my own hand or yours.
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[she tilts her head to the side again.]
Your father, revived. Your Rishid, safe, returned. Everything, as it should be, with your Pharaoh's death.
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[ yeah didn't stop him from his dramatic monologue tho ]
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Misery is... less delicious, if it is taken without consent. You must decide what you would risk, for the chance to see your desire fulfilled.
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I made my decision a long time ago, and I don't need you to insult me by undoing all my hard work. I want to kill him, and I'm going to. I don't need your help! I'll escape from here, I'll graduate from that awful school, and I will kill him. I'll make his life miserable just like he made mine!
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I wish you luck in your endeavor, though I doubt you will achieve it. [a pause.] If you do not with to change fate, you may leave.
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[ he is pretty confident about this fact! so, yes, he will leave. surely nothing will go wrong from here! ]
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it's that space area again. it's quiet, and he floats. he floats for... a long time. he feels time passing, slow, slow, slow. a second at a time. he exists for a thousand years, excruciatingly slow. he feels her mind degrade, feels his consciousness slip, feels his sanity slowly slipping away. for a thousand years, he is here, in this space, alone.
and then there are whispers.
welcome. welcome. welcome.
you are needed elsewhere. and so he wakes, in a grave, covered in dirt.
the last thing he sees is a familiar coat, whipping wildly in the cold, winter wind.]