[She isn't wrong! She isn't wrong. Molly doesn't look argumentative either, just. A bit sad.]
I don't know that they require it. I think the thing about these types of deals is they provide you more than enough rope to hang yourself. We are nothing if not the instruments of our own torture.
You're correct that there was a chance we would have voted for someone innocent instead. It really only does take one vote.
But all the same... he was someone you didn't wish to lose.
[ There had been a lot of people who had announced their intentions not to vote for him. Primrose doesn't agree with it, but she's also not going to judge. ]
Douman was... an interesting conversationalist. Certainly they never thought what I was doing was noble or kind, and for that... I never minded speaking with them.
[ She can handle people pointing out what she's doing isn't kind rather than people telling her otherwise. ]
Shot a gun at me, so I can't say the interesting conversation was enough to balance that out, but I'll give you they had a fascinating talk or two in them.
[sorry, primrose, but,]
They did call us two of a kind once, funnily enough.
I don't know their exact deal, and I suppose I'd just be jumping to conclusions if I tried, but. I guess I resented them knowing a little bit. They always did seem to be holding that dead man's name behind their teeth once they knew it.
It's almost like having a bit of yourself held hostage by another. A knowingness and a sense of judgment but not spoken enough to let you contradict it.
[ Primrose pauses, then glances down at her hands. ]
Though I cannot and will not say such was the feeling for you. It's only what I felt, interacting with them.
[there's a bit of laughter - almost humorless. but not quite devoid of it.]
No, you've-- struck true through the heart of it, I think. That is the exact feeling.
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I don't mind you knowing. I don't ... tell people, often. I suppose I've had it trotted out enough during that fun little memory show, but I don't tell people.
[ She can't say anything in response to that "fun little memory show", because she's the same. Things she'd never really intended to tell people, things that were not their business to know, just pressed forcibly into their minds.
But no one had, blessedly, seemed to linger on it. And Molly's memory, the one she had seen, witnessed--
Well, it's nothing she'll speak of without his prompting. At his admission, she blinks, quickly, surprised. ]
I... thought I might have been too forceful on the matter, so that you felt compelled to explain it. If such was not actually the case...
[ She's relieved. Glad she didn't force him to speak of it, not wishing to take away his choices, but mildly perplexed as to why he had decided to tell her. ]
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I don't know that they require it. I think the thing about these types of deals is they provide you more than enough rope to hang yourself. We are nothing if not the instruments of our own torture.
You're correct that there was a chance we would have voted for someone innocent instead. It really only does take one vote.
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[ There had been a lot of people who had announced their intentions not to vote for him. Primrose doesn't agree with it, but she's also not going to judge. ]
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I'll admit it's partially out of fondness for Pride. Maybe that's wrong of me. Certainly people liked . . . Douman . . . for whatever reason . . .
[don't sound so mean about it, Mollymauk.]
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[ She can handle people pointing out what she's doing isn't kind rather than people telling her otherwise. ]
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[sorry, primrose, but,]
They did call us two of a kind once, funnily enough.
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[ Douman, what the hell.
But then she blinks, lifting an eyebrow. ]
Did they? In what way?
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[He gives a soft snort.]
I . . . guess I mentioned, in a roundabout way, that someone else had this body before me. I think they felt a little of the same.
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[ Then again, she now knows gods and Mahito, so. ]
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[FUCKED UP AND BAD, ACTUALLY.]
I don't know their exact deal, and I suppose I'd just be jumping to conclusions if I tried, but. I guess I resented them knowing a little bit. They always did seem to be holding that dead man's name behind their teeth once they knew it.
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[ Primrose pauses, then glances down at her hands. ]
Though I cannot and will not say such was the feeling for you. It's only what I felt, interacting with them.
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No, you've-- struck true through the heart of it, I think. That is the exact feeling.
[...]
I don't mind you knowing. I don't ... tell people, often. I suppose I've had it trotted out enough during that fun little memory show, but I don't tell people.
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But no one had, blessedly, seemed to linger on it. And Molly's memory, the one she had seen, witnessed--
Well, it's nothing she'll speak of without his prompting. At his admission, she blinks, quickly, surprised. ]
I... thought I might have been too forceful on the matter, so that you felt compelled to explain it. If such was not actually the case...
[ She's relieved. Glad she didn't force him to speak of it, not wishing to take away his choices, but mildly perplexed as to why he had decided to tell her. ]