[But for the pressing, Douman only smiles pleasantly.]
Mmmm, yes. I can't say that person and I are the same. I was under the reins of an alien god, then. Now, I have no such connections. And its hardly as if Medb wants to destroy the world.
Yes, yes. Your only wish is to serve your master well. I remember. [And because she can't see any reason not to be rude - ] What a hollow existence that must be.
Is it for the sake of your master that you turned on Fukuda?
What a curious thing to say from the one who blames their past deeds on an alien god! Though I suspect that, nonetheless, for once I am hearing your true opinion.
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.
[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.
. . . 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.
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.
[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.
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.
[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.
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[But for the pressing, Douman only smiles pleasantly.]
Mmmm, yes. I can't say that person and I are the same. I was under the reins of an alien god, then. Now, I have no such connections. And its hardly as if Medb wants to destroy the world.
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Is it for the sake of your master that you turned on Fukuda?
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Yes. I could not hear such rudeness against her.
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What a wretched man! He thought he had a friend in you, but you are nothing more than a puppet.
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I am a Servant, Harrowhawk. And please...we are not friends. I could not agree with his deeds.
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I find it objectionable that he deluded himself into thinking he was doing the right thing. At least own your own wicked deeds, I think!
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What a curious thing to say from the one who blames their past deeds on an alien god! Though I suspect that, nonetheless, for once I am hearing your true opinion.
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And do you really think me that false, hmmmm? What have I done to make you think that way?
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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?
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I am....both! Yes! I am the blade and the one who wields it. Is that not the truth?
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[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.
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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.
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[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?
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[There's a bit of a sharp edge to their tone.]
Would you like me to call your dear Ortus a mindless automaton, Harrowhawk? If not, then understand why I prefer not to be called one.
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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.]
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[And then back to sipping at their tea, ever pleasantly.]
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[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.
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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.
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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.
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[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!
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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.
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[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.
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[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.
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[And their laughter actually stops, their expression surprisingly more somber.]
Isn't getting to know people, truly, just...finding out pieces of knowledge about each other to act on later?
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