[He takes another drink, swirling the scotch slowly and staring at the fire. They'd rather he be a monster, in a cage, awaiting the executioner's needle. They wanted him to die, and why? Just so that they could be happy.
Perhaps he should give them that and see how much they enjoyed it then. If only.
Another drink, and he waits a few moments before speaking]
You you remember the room that we spoke in, shortly before adjourning to my balcony? The odd one, with the pictures on the walls.
[he closed his eyes for a moment, taking another drink of his scotch, already feeling his head get a bit fuzzy as the alcohol burned down his insides, warming him from the snow]
I was confronted there by Apollo and Klavier.
[Miserable, stinking fools. They wished death on him, and only to make themselves happy. They'd be dancing on his grave at this rate]
They'd rather I suffer the same fate of my alternates.
[He pushed the glasses up his face, taking another drink. Selfish cretins. They would be glad if he were murdered tonight by his own alternate and wish to be der Leibhaftige's own.]
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Perhaps he should give them that and see how much they enjoyed it then. If only.
Another drink, and he waits a few moments before speaking]
You you remember the room that we spoke in, shortly before adjourning to my balcony? The odd one, with the pictures on the walls.
[he closed his eyes for a moment, taking another drink of his scotch, already feeling his head get a bit fuzzy as the alcohol burned down his insides, warming him from the snow]
I was confronted there by Apollo and Klavier.
[Miserable, stinking fools. They wished death on him, and only to make themselves happy. They'd be dancing on his grave at this rate]
They'd rather I suffer the same fate of my alternates.
[He pushed the glasses up his face, taking another drink. Selfish cretins. They would be glad if he were murdered tonight by his own alternate and wish to be der Leibhaftige's own.]
And for what? Their own happiness.