PC WITH PRIMROSE

[commedia]

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[femmefinale]

Those I travel with know the bare minimum.

But no, I've never told anyone the extent of it. And I've never asked for support.

[ Primrose walks a lonely road, the only road that she has ever known-- ]

[commedia]

But...how come?

[They look a little surprised.]

Surely a tough journey like that would be better done in company.

[femmefinale]

It may be difficult, but it's a journey I accepted years ago. No one needs to trouble themselves with matters unrelated to them.

[ They don't need to be dragged into revenge. ]

[commedia]

...If you believe that is the case.

[And then a long, long pause.]

But just remember...if one happens to befall a terrible fate on such a journey...it isn't as if someone will be there to dig your grave.

[femmefinale]

Then so be it. I am no one who ought to be mourned.

[ Calm down, Edgy. ]

[commedia]

You think of yourself that way? What crimes have you done? Goodness. One would think you were evil incarnate with the way you talk.

[femmefinale]

The path I walk is one of revenge, good sir. It is not one meant for compassionate or gentle people.

[commedia]

...Haha. Is that so.

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[But Douman seems somewhat amused, anyways.]

You know...you remind me of someone. That man also went down the path of vengeance. Every fiber of his being was devoted to it. In the end...he was practically like a ghost.

[femmefinale]

Do you believe I'll meet such a fate?

[ Though even if that awaits her, she doesn't intend to stop now. She's far too close to the end. ]

[commedia]

If you let your revenge consume you, I can't say it wouldn't. That's the poison that revenge is, after all.

[femmefinale]

Indeed it is. I suppose I shall see what remains of me at the end.

[ Even Primrose doesn't know. ]

But until then, I shall walk. And I shall dance.

[commedia]

Dance? Certainly, if one can, amongst it all.

[A light smile.]

What type of dance shall you choose for such a thing, though?

[femmefinale]

A wonderful question. [ Though they certainly ask a lot of them, don't they? Questions that cling a bit like burrs. ]

Likely not a dance one would expect.

[commedia]

That fits you, you know. I feel there's a lot about you that others would not expect.

Its good to keep people on their toes.

[femmefinale]

A performer ought never to be predictable, after all. The audience would never want more, if such was the case.

[ And honestly, they kind of look like a performer themselves. Or at least like they ought to be standing on a stage. ]

[commedia]

Ahaha! Its true, its true. You must sate them, and leave them hungry all at the same time.

[A beaming grin.]

Ah, its harder than people think, isn't it?

[femmefinale]

I enjoy a challenge. But you do seem as though you're speaking from some manner of experience.

[ Or at the very least seems to get the effort needed to put in. ]

[commedia]

Am I? Well, in ways, one must know how to present one's self to the masses. So I certainly know how that works.

[Jester-like, and all.]

[femmefinale]

Is how you present yourself now not how you are to the masses?

[commedia]

That depends on whether you consider yourself one of the masses, or not.

[femmefinale]

I would say not, but I'm also certain most people would say the same. [ So she would be one of them by default. ]

[commedia]

Huhuhuhu.

Well, in return, I suppose I'm just one of the masses to you, too. Which is fair, really. I guess our roles may change the more we get to know one another.

[femmefinale]

I would, admittedly, be interested in getting to know you much more closely.

[ You're so strange. ]

[commedia]

[A glance away, as if sheepish.]

...You're going to make this humble priest blush, with talk like that.

[femmefinale]

I suppose I shouldn't do anything untoward to a priest... that's quite a sin.

[ She's definitely not regretting a damned thing. ]