[ With everyone else, he has been composed and intensely formal. He doesn't put that much effort up with Dorian. ]
...I want you to know, right now, that I do not approve of his current crusade to rid himself of friends and 'simplify' his life. In fact, I quite oppose it. But Johann is doing as Johann wishes, as he always does.
Suffice to say I've no desire for a 'humble servant'. So whatever it is you need from me to help him, bloody well ask for it.
At the moment? What I need you to do is behave. Use your words to Johann, tell him precisely how you disapprove, and then be on your best behavior and try not to kill any more of Johann's friends.
This already was a complicated situation. Your murder of Envy made it even more so.
You would think that. The two of you are suited to one another.
[ So tired.]
And I did use my words, Herr Gray. He is ignoring my words as he often does and the only means I usually have to show my displeasure to such are too harsh for the delicacy of the moment.
Then terribly sorry, but it seems that what you need to do is do better. Or here! How about this? Do better by learning exactly what you can do so you don't fucking compel him again.
[ Dorian shakes his head before pointing out, ]
After you did that? He came to my room, terrified. If Archer gave you enough power to incinerate someone, then he gave you enough power for you to learn your limitations.
Now that I am aware of what it is and what it feels like, I can. But I was not even aware of the fact that it was possible. [ Mental editorializing, mental editorializing. Deep breath. ] I was not in a state where I could even focus enough to relieve my own pain. Magic requires focus. [ Mental editorializing, mental editorializing. Deep breath. ]
[ Nope, didn't work. The volume and speed of his words are going to slowly creep up. He is tired and he is doing everything he can for Johann when he is hurting and he is reaching a tipping point.]
And perhaps he needed to learn to keep his hands to himself when told to. I warned him three times before that happened. Or do you think that I should allow him access to my person against my own desires? Do you think it fair that he betrayed our confidence, our shared goals, a decision made together, a decision he raised to our consideration, followed this by lying to me, followed that by abandoning me in my weakest moments, followed that by forgetting his own chosen obligations, failed to apologize for any of it, and then insisted on rights to my person?
Is autonomy only important when he has it, Herr Gray? Because if that is the case, you are welcome to fuck yourself and your advice, you hypocritical piece of donkey shit. Guten tag!
In light of your recent conversation with Florian, I am here tell you that if there are any matters - or complaints, as the case may be - that you wish to discuss where Johann and Florian are concerned, you may direct them to me and only to me for the foreseeable future.
I am setting this boundary because you are apparently incapable of acting like a mature adult where Florian is concerned.
I would appreciate your cooperation in this matter since I would rather not see Florian - or Johann - lose progress due to your clear lack of consideration for your own Inmate’s other half.
If you have any questions, please feel free to ask them.
I see that Florian went and bothered Mummy after Daddy said something he didn't like, [ he says, with an irritated little sigh. ]
You two really are annoyingly alike in a few regards. As far as I'm concerned? I got one of the reigning champions of repressing his feelings to admit to an actual emotion. Consider that a net gain.
Terribly sorry that I don't want the help from someone who solves problems that only he thinks exist via incineration. I'm sure that Florian's getting nothing but pats on the backs and 'good job, kiddo!' from everybody. But some of us actually like Envy.
So yes, I rejected his help. Because frankly? He's the fucking problem.
Even though this entire cycle wouldn’t have started at all if Johann hadn’t decided to help Envy create a black hole that killed and injured multiple people.
I’m glad to know that’s where your thought process is.
"Spirits." That one's easy. Sweeney makes a quick survey of the room, realizing it's been a good while since he's been in it. And the night Laura punched Malcolm, he'd been socializing, not glued to the bar.
"Whiskey or rum; I ain't that picky." He beelines to his favorite barstool, sliding onto it like embracing a long-lost friend.
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