commedia | PC WITH PRIMROSE

[A shake of the head.]

...No, its alright. I am a figure from history who has helped yet harmed many. It is simply something I have come to expect.

Helped and harmed... that's true of most humans, I would say.

[ In the course of their lives, anyway. ]

Perhaps. But people who harm others never go down well in other's eyes.

[Hello, Primrose. Here is a certain jester. They're just walking to the opium den when they see her, smiling lightly.]

Headed there, too?

Mm, not to partake. I've just been wandering.

[ Not her vice. ]

I admittedly have never done it myself...I just like the ambiance of that room.

The ambiance? It does seem rather... luxurious.

[ Is that what they like? ]

And so you think we'll view you in much the same way? I could see that being a possibility, certainly.

...

I expect it, honestly.

Its just comfortable, I feel! A lot of places here are comfortable, though.

Would you say this one is your favorite?

No, actually. That would be the tea room.

It feels like home, a little.

... That must be nice. There's really no real place here that reminds me of home.

[ Which might be for the best. ]

Really? [Huh.] What's home like, then?

It's difficult to put into words... it feels more like a place I can no longer return to.

[ How helpful. ]

Because you've burned it to the ground, metaphorically or otherwise?

[ She shakes her head. ]

The person I was back then no longer exists. Even if I returned... I wonder if it would feel like home anymore.

Perhaps it might! Perhaps it might not! Who knows, unless you try?

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