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[mansuetus]

[ Lucrezia is in one of the lounges! Sprawled on one of the sofas, fingers busy turning a pendent of gold in the shape of a sea-horse. There are no poems today, no joyful greetings, something is different. She looks more pensive than anything else but there is a shade of concern there as well as quiet annoyance.

When she speaks, her voice is devoid of any of it. Her eyes still focused on the sea-horse. ]

A riddle, Tranquility.

How to mourn for someone who does not deserve it?

If your duty demands it and you have no desire to - do all men need to be mourned for? Is it a a more grievous sin not to mourn than it is to speak false words of grievance?

[ a beat. ]

Perhaps I must fast again.

[ a moment later she puts down her necklace, smiles. ]

I would have a cup of wine with your answer, if any of you have some to spare. You will join me in the lounge.

[ and it is not a question. ]

Comments

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[chaineddog]

[Like hell he's spending any time with a girl by himself unless it's Nill. But he still feels the need to answer.]

You don't. Certain people don't deserve it.

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[mansuetus]

Can one deem which one is deserving and which one is not?

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[chaineddog]

It's up to you. If the person treated you like shit to then they don't deserve it.

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[mansuetus]

Even if I was given to him? Even if I vowed? Even if he was my husband?

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[chaineddog]

[He pauses because good lord this is bordering on feelings territory.]

If he treated you like shit then he definitely doesn't.

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[mansuetus]

Thank you I

I did not know if I was being cruel or not.

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[chaineddog]

Whatever.

People have done worse things. Mourning is a waste of time anyway.

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[mansuetus]

Why a waste a time?

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[chaineddog]

Why waste your time with someone who probably fucked you over in more than one way? If they didn't care about you, I don't see why you should bother giving two shits about them.

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[mansuetus]

[ for all the crude language she takes his words in, finds wisdom in them. Finds comfort too; for someone else seems to think about it as she does. ]

What is your name?

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[chaineddog]

[He pauses at that and it takes a few minutes before he responds.]

What's it to you?

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[mansuetus]

I wish to know who had helped me.

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[chaineddog]

You asked for an answer and I gave you one. Doesn't mean it's 'help'.

[The next text is sent a beat later.]

I'm Heine.

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[mansuetus]

You did not have to and yet you did.

Lucrezia Borgia.