iii. question.

[ex_garroter234]

[The words are written in the centre of the page, halfway down, the handwriting thin and angular.]

What is the cause of your greatest pain?

[MANSION]
[Micheletto is, in a word, bored. Asking questions to satisfy his curiosity (and partly to slake his thirst for inflicting pain; it's a hard world where there is no reason for him to slit throats or poison drinks) can only occupy him for so long.

He's currently wandering his new 'home,' exploring in a way. He does not like it here, and so he wishes to get this -- figuring out the layout, finding any secret rooms -- out of the way as soon as possible in order to spend his days in the city.]

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[willrememberthat]

[Duck was her age and he still experienced the cruelties of the world, she thinks.]

I don't think that's better.

[ex_garroter234]

There is no other alternative. The world will not stop being cruel.

[willrememberthat]

Are you young?

[ex_garroter234]

[IT'S A MYSTERY... older than Cesare, anyway... so... 30-ish??? Is that old? Maybe. Compared to a little girl, anyway.]

No.

[willrememberthat]

Would you want to have died when you were little?

[ex_garroter234]

I would have been spared a lifetime of pain, if I had.

[willrememberthat]

I'm sorry. [She thinks that's one of the saddest things ever.]

[ex_garroter234]

[THAT'S OUR MICHELETTO!]

There is no reason to be. I have lived, and I see others share the same pain.

[willrememberthat]

Still... there's a lot more than that. [She's pretty sure, anyway.]

[ex_garroter234]

To life?

[willrememberthat]

Mm-mmm. There's a lot of fun things, too.

[ex_garroter234]

[Like... murder, and...]

Perhaps for children.