Yeah, he's just outside of it, sitting by the door. His big, extravagant coat is nowhere to be seen for the moment, so probably left somewhere else. Mystery. Most of the blood has been wiped off his face, but by now there's some obvious bruising. Or like. As much as a purple person can get. It's fine.
He smiles a bit when she's obviously trying to not be obvious?]
[That's a good way to describe it. Molly is just ranting a little now, running at the bridge of his nose, cursing a little in a language that's - hard to listen to. Melodic, malevolent. But he drops it after a minute.]
And she's-- When I met her, she was the worst person I'd ever had the displeasure of knowing. She didn't care about anything. She wouldn't care about anything. But then she started to and we were able to do good things, help people and then I left and they just got better. She's tried so hard. She cares so much. It's not- They don't deserve to lose her.
Then don't let them. Win, and save both of your lives.
[The cursing is hard to listen to, but there's something fascinating about it because of that. It's easier to hear wrong words echo around her head than listen to someone grieve. It hits a raw and open nerve to see, and she has to swallow that down.]
[ He straightens up a bit after a moment, shoving it back down. Regaining control. he isn't used to these kinds of feelings at all? He's never experienced anything like this, all of his tragedy in life, it seems, was saved until after his death. He doesn't care for it. It seems so easy to just let go and drown in it. It's easier to be the one to leave, isn't it?]
Yes, I-- don't worry. I've had to make several solemn vows with `no cryptic bullshit, Mollymauk` attached.
[Sometimes you are an adventurer and you fight things a lot of your days and sometimes those fights go well and sometimes they Do Not so it's fine. ]
[Anyway. Hm. Well.
Hm.]
If I find out who they are . . . The truth wants things. It wants things from you. You find out the truth and it always, always has a fucking toll. Blood, mostly. It's why I like my bullshit.
[Wow. That's - a lot, but it's also something she can understand.]
This may seem hypocritical coming from someone who collapses whenever I think too hard about my own memories, but the truth is the truth whether you confront it or not. If you won't face it, it won't stop being true.
Are you afraid of feeling obligated to avenge her?
[Someone had asked him the same thing once. An incredulous voice. Don't you want to know? How can you not want to know? And he'd had the same fearful nausea he has now. There are things you can't unlearn, places you can't return to once the glamour has been lifted. The Dream and The Calamity.]
I can do it on my own. You don't owe anything to me.
[But it's a little easier, to not work alone.]
. . . I do believe they framed her. I had a long conversation with Greed earlier this evening. I mentioned my suspicions that there was more at play than a mere framing and asked if he thought I was overthinking it, and he confirmed that I was.
Someone took her quarterstaff, during the Envy party, and decided to make it appear that she was the killer.
[He laughs a bit, not because he thinks she actually does suspect him or anything, it's just-]
Yes. I did it. I'm the greatest actor of a generation, and I think my first choice for malicious murder framing is the person who is most likely to help me achieve the entire reason I came here for.
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Yeah, he's just outside of it, sitting by the door. His big, extravagant coat is nowhere to be seen for the moment, so probably left somewhere else. Mystery. Most of the blood has been wiped off his face, but by now there's some obvious bruising. Or like. As much as a purple person can get. It's fine.
He smiles a bit when she's obviously trying to not be obvious?]
I won't punch you, I swear.
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[Why would he punch her!! She's just bad at feelings. Coming over, standing nearby with arms crossed.]
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[Gesturing for her to at least sit down? He's not going to stand to match. Too exhausted.]
I'm not-- normally like that. The . . . yelling and fighting. She just makes me fucking angry.
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There's something about what he says that makes her feel a little lonely, a little homesick. She can't say why.]
I know. There are some people who are just that to you - a person who gets under your skin, but you don't want them out.
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And she's-- When I met her, she was the worst person I'd ever had the displeasure of knowing. She didn't care about anything. She wouldn't care about anything. But then she started to and we were able to do good things, help people and then I left and they just got better. She's tried so hard. She cares so much. It's not- They don't deserve to lose her.
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[The cursing is hard to listen to, but there's something fascinating about it because of that. It's easier to hear wrong words echo around her head than listen to someone grieve. It hits a raw and open nerve to see, and she has to swallow that down.]
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Yes, I-- don't worry. I've had to make several solemn vows with `no cryptic bullshit, Mollymauk` attached.
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[What, throwing yourself headfirst into death to save her? Can't relate.]
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[Haha.]
I shouldn't have used you like that. Sorry.
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. . . I could have taken the metal man. I fought something similar not two weeks ago with even more blades attached to it and bested it.
[That isn't what she meant. Also, you have no weapons, Molly?]
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[Two weeks ago? Right before you died???]
. . . Are you concerned with finding the responsible party? I've been doing some digging.
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[Anyway. Hm. Well.
Hm.]
If I find out who they are . . . The truth wants things. It wants things from you. You find out the truth and it always, always has a fucking toll. Blood, mostly. It's why I like my bullshit.
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This may seem hypocritical coming from someone who collapses whenever I think too hard about my own memories, but the truth is the truth whether you confront it or not. If you won't face it, it won't stop being true.
Are you afraid of feeling obligated to avenge her?
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[he isn't denying that there's a part of him that wants to hurt whoever did this as badly as they've hurt him.]
After all, she did the same for me.
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As in, you would be involved regardless?
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That person is a threat to all of us.
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[But,]
I can't very well let you do that on your own.
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[But it's a little easier, to not work alone.]
. . . I do believe they framed her. I had a long conversation with Greed earlier this evening. I mentioned my suspicions that there was more at play than a mere framing and asked if he thought I was overthinking it, and he confirmed that I was.
Someone took her quarterstaff, during the Envy party, and decided to make it appear that she was the killer.
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[. . .]
They would have to be strong.
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If you knew Beauregard for five minutes, you could tell she was a wall punching type of person.
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[. . .]
Who I obviously don't suspect.
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Yes. I did it. I'm the greatest actor of a generation, and I think my first choice for malicious murder framing is the person who is most likely to help me achieve the entire reason I came here for.
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