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[She doesn't answer that question quite yet.]
It must be comforting, to lay everything at the feet of your master. Here is a philosophical question for you. If you commit a murder, are you the killer, or are you the murder weapon?
It must be comforting, to lay everything at the feet of your master. Here is a philosophical question for you. If you commit a murder, are you the killer, or are you the murder weapon?
Ah. That clarifies it a bit for me - how a mindless thing like HK-47 could be branded a murderer, too.
[But besides being rude, it's kind of an interesting answer.]
So you don't see yourself as a mere weapon your master wields. You can make decisions for yourself, if you believe those decisions will be to her benefit. Such as revealing Fukuda's secrets to all of us to ensure he would be removed.
[But besides being rude, it's kind of an interesting answer.]
So you don't see yourself as a mere weapon your master wields. You can make decisions for yourself, if you believe those decisions will be to her benefit. Such as revealing Fukuda's secrets to all of us to ensure he would be removed.
[There's another twitch at being compared to HK-47. It's fine.]
Oh, I only said those things near the end, when everyone had turned on him, and he all but admitted his deeds himself. If I wanted him removed, I would've just shouted it as soon as he insulted my Master. Come now, I'm not so cruel.
Oh, I only said those things near the end, when everyone had turned on him, and he all but admitted his deeds himself. If I wanted him removed, I would've just shouted it as soon as he insulted my Master. Come now, I'm not so cruel.
No. But you seemed to be enjoying it.
[She leans a little, swirls her spoon around in her tea at that.]
You don't like it when I compare you to a mindless automaton. So why refuse to admit to any feelings of your own?
[She leans a little, swirls her spoon around in her tea at that.]
You don't like it when I compare you to a mindless automaton. So why refuse to admit to any feelings of your own?
[There's a sharp laugh at that, because - oh.]
At last. Unfortunately, dear Ortus, as you know, was in fact rather too stubborn-minded to suit his position.
[So no, it would not hurt her feelings.]
At last. Unfortunately, dear Ortus, as you know, was in fact rather too stubborn-minded to suit his position.
[So no, it would not hurt her feelings.]
But you tried!
[It was a nice effort.]
. . . Douman. I'd like us to understand one another. So understand this. Simply because I cannot prove something occurred does not mean I live in a state of ignorance.
[It was a nice effort.]
. . . Douman. I'd like us to understand one another. So understand this. Simply because I cannot prove something occurred does not mean I live in a state of ignorance.
[They put down their tea, dark eyes flicking upwards to stare at her.]
And what do you propose has occurred, Harrowhawk? What assumption has taken root in your mind about me that fuels your irritation towards this humble priest? Do tell. I'd like us to understand each other, too.
And what do you propose has occurred, Harrowhawk? What assumption has taken root in your mind about me that fuels your irritation towards this humble priest? Do tell. I'd like us to understand each other, too.
[She pauses, considering.]
I don't see how it would be fruitful, to lay my suspicions out for you. I could tell you what I believe occurred, and you can explain to me why I am wrong, and neither of us will walk away from here bettered for it.
Rather, let me say this. I don't intend to act on them in any way - yet. But should I come to believe you are behind any further death in this place, that assessment will change.
I don't see how it would be fruitful, to lay my suspicions out for you. I could tell you what I believe occurred, and you can explain to me why I am wrong, and neither of us will walk away from here bettered for it.
Rather, let me say this. I don't intend to act on them in any way - yet. But should I come to believe you are behind any further death in this place, that assessment will change.
...?
[That is a sincerely confused noise, before there's a pause...and their smile breaks open wide into an amused grin.]
You think I...? Hahahaha! Oh, Harrowhawk, misguided that you are! Really? You thought I...really?!
[And they actually laugh more, raising up a hand to cover their mouth, but it clearly doesn't stifle the noise from their throat.]
Hahahaha! I haven't killed a single person here, you absolute fool!
[That is a sincerely confused noise, before there's a pause...and their smile breaks open wide into an amused grin.]
You think I...? Hahahaha! Oh, Harrowhawk, misguided that you are! Really? You thought I...really?!
[And they actually laugh more, raising up a hand to cover their mouth, but it clearly doesn't stifle the noise from their throat.]
Hahahaha! I haven't killed a single person here, you absolute fool!
[Honestly, if she was sure, she probably wouldn't be here on her own, having this conversation with them - there would be so many other ways to handle this if she had anything more.
So the laugh startles her, it really does. Maybe. . .
Her pride, however, does not allow for the possibility that she's wrong. She just watches them, eyes defiant, while they laugh at her, steepling her fingers.]
If you say so. If it is so, here is my advice. Perhaps, knowing yourself wrongfully accused by me, you ought to ensure that from now on we find the culprits, rather than causing so many distractions.
So the laugh startles her, it really does. Maybe. . .
Her pride, however, does not allow for the possibility that she's wrong. She just watches them, eyes defiant, while they laugh at her, steepling her fingers.]
If you say so. If it is so, here is my advice. Perhaps, knowing yourself wrongfully accused by me, you ought to ensure that from now on we find the culprits, rather than causing so many distractions.
Ahahahaha! Ahhh, here I thought I'd be chewed out by you for some grave rudeness I unintentionally led you into, but here you are, thinking I'm walking around with my hands stained red! It's a jest that would make me weep, if it wasn't so patently ridiculous.
[And a bow of the head.]
But of course. I shall take your advice to heart. I only want what is best for my Master, after all, and she has said she would like to find out the culprits, as well. My advice to you is that if you truly wish to do the same...don't let emotions get in the way of logic. I have found that we all have made mistakes with that in particular, I'm afraid.
[And a bow of the head.]
But of course. I shall take your advice to heart. I only want what is best for my Master, after all, and she has said she would like to find out the culprits, as well. My advice to you is that if you truly wish to do the same...don't let emotions get in the way of logic. I have found that we all have made mistakes with that in particular, I'm afraid.
Then we have no more to talk about.
[She doesn't like being fucking laughed at by this clown she's decided she hates, or called emotional. So she'll stand up to leave, cold.]
Except this. Your little act, of playing coy but needling others with their memories, trying to wheedle out little tidbits of knowledge that you can act on later - I don't care for it. Say what you will to me, but don't toy with others.
[She doesn't like being fucking laughed at by this clown she's decided she hates, or called emotional. So she'll stand up to leave, cold.]
Except this. Your little act, of playing coy but needling others with their memories, trying to wheedle out little tidbits of knowledge that you can act on later - I don't care for it. Say what you will to me, but don't toy with others.
[I hate this, but this statement from them - she expects a refusal, or another attempt to needle her, or anything but this. It makes her a little sad.
Because the thing is, she. . . has no idea how to get to know people. She has no idea how to be normal about having friends. That is so much of the reason they're having this conversation in the first place.
But this probably isn't sincere at all - clearly, Douman has picked up on her own obvious social maladjustment and is trying to wheedle sympathy out of her.]
No, it isn't. Not when it's only ammunition, for if you decide you dislike them later on.
Because the thing is, she. . . has no idea how to get to know people. She has no idea how to be normal about having friends. That is so much of the reason they're having this conversation in the first place.
But this probably isn't sincere at all - clearly, Douman has picked up on her own obvious social maladjustment and is trying to wheedle sympathy out of her.]
No, it isn't. Not when it's only ammunition, for if you decide you dislike them later on.
This isn't a game to me. Don't give me cause to do more.
[She's just going to storm off.]
[She's just going to storm off.]
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