Well, I suppose. But that doesn't mean I can just relax. That creature was based on what I would do in the future. So I...can't allow myself to believe that I'll stay like this forever.
From what I gathered from the brief snippets she allowed herself, once I died, he turned into something of a thorn in their side, so trust me, I do understand.
[Just going back to smoking, with no coughing.]
I suppose you have ... the knowledge to know what happened the first time? To be able to make a different choice, hopefully? Or, hells, hire an exorcist. Or since we're all banking on getting the wish thing, use it to destroy them. That'd be leaving it better, if you ask me.
Y-you died? [MOLLY???] And I hope so, but...well. Hiring an exorcist isn't exactly something to do. It isn't exactly like an evil spirit, you know. In the end...its just me. I'm just that kind of wretched soul.
[Well, inverse of limbo in a way. lucien is the original. molly is the possessor. but, like, a nice possessor?]
Oh. Yes, I forgot we never really got into that. I ah-- [He points to his chest, where he'd been impaled by the golf club.] Right before I came here. I think that's why this place thought it was so funny to do that to me. Beau said a few months had passed since then.
[But he pauses at the second bit, thinking it over seriously.]
Sorry, I was just-- bad joke. [...] If you ask me, and I think I'm a good one to ask on this subject - that person is dead, right now. You're different. You can make your own choices and the choice can be not to be wretched.
I suppose. You know, I...wanted to die for good, even after Limbo was killed. Now, I have...someone to hold onto. An anchor.
[A pause.]
But I've already made up my mind. I will do my best to avoid that fate. But if I slip, if evil clutches at my heart again...I wouldn't even hesitate to let people strike me down.
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[A deeper frown.]
Well, I suppose. But that doesn't mean I can just relax. That creature was based on what I would do in the future. So I...can't allow myself to believe that I'll stay like this forever.
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[Just going back to smoking, with no coughing.]
I suppose you have ... the knowledge to know what happened the first time? To be able to make a different choice, hopefully? Or, hells, hire an exorcist. Or since we're all banking on getting the wish thing, use it to destroy them. That'd be leaving it better, if you ask me.
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[So like...Limbo. Exactly like Limbo, but...]
Y-you died? [MOLLY???] And I hope so, but...well. Hiring an exorcist isn't exactly something to do. It isn't exactly like an evil spirit, you know. In the end...its just me. I'm just that kind of wretched soul.
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Oh. Yes, I forgot we never really got into that. I ah-- [He points to his chest, where he'd been impaled by the golf club.] Right before I came here. I think that's why this place thought it was so funny to do that to me. Beau said a few months had passed since then.
[But he pauses at the second bit, thinking it over seriously.]
Sorry, I was just-- bad joke. [...] If you ask me, and I think I'm a good one to ask on this subject - that person is dead, right now. You're different. You can make your own choices and the choice can be not to be wretched.
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[Wincing slightly...the golf club...]
I suppose. You know, I...wanted to die for good, even after Limbo was killed. Now, I have...someone to hold onto. An anchor.
[A pause.]
But I've already made up my mind. I will do my best to avoid that fate. But if I slip, if evil clutches at my heart again...I wouldn't even hesitate to let people strike me down.
[Just get rid of the whole clown.]