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[Counselors and Friends of Elizabeth I]

For those who have not already been made aware in some manner, you ought be confided in that Elizabeth Tudor is no longer herself. That is, the self that was originally brought to Cair Paradisa. She is a young blossom again, one that blooms despite the storm it has suffered. This makes her no less strong as a Tudor rose ought to be, but if I find that any darken her days during this time with news of her future, the penalty will be grievous.

No matter the heinous misgivings she spews because of that usurper Mary, she is a princess, and will be treated with no less respect than is befitting one. So when she requests for someone to help her dress, she had best not be left wanting.

[/Counselors and Friends of Elizabeth I]

[Spike Spiegel]

[ Later, since she didn't get the chance to finish her first attempt at filtering to him; ]

You have seen?

[ If you don't know what she's talking about, you're bad at your job! Ten percent decrease in pay. ]

[/Spike Spiegel]

It is a shame that there has been no priest for the church since my arrival. Will today's vigil be without proper guidance as well? Come now, as many as there are here, I cannot imagine there to be no priest among you.

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[Calm down, he's been paying attention. (Even if Spike's still questioning the job. Please tell him that someone who can put up a decent fight is going to try murdering her soon. -- But it isn't like he has other offers right now.)

He's actually lucky that she's asking after his vacation in "space". And that her daughter announced she was going for a walk over the journals, so he could happen to be near a window as she walked through the garden.]

She looks good for her age. [...he'll learn how to talk to queens someday.]

[ No he won't. B| She doesn't seem as forgiving with his jokes as usual, either. ]

This is no jest! She is now more vulnerable than ever, and has no recollection of my banishment. She is free of care, it seems, in my presence at the very least.

[ Which is what any mom wants, right? No, she sounds conflicted even about that. You suck, castle. ]

Though I suspected she may not be my true daughter, now I do not know what to think. She is so much like me. But I know this castle has made realistic imitations of us in the past. Is it possible she is just a creation of the castle, to taunt me?

[Spike doesn't seem to be put off by her tone, but he backs off once he can tell she's upset. Which makes giving an honest answer harder for him. There's nothing the castle isn't capable of, as far as he's concerned.]

It usually doesn't keep something like that up for this long. [But who knows?]

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Then nothing at all has been fixed. This version is just a lie, meant to end soon?

But not before all involved have been wounded, I imagine. Is that not the castle's greatest desire? To whittle away at our souls until we are less than nothing, with nothing to believe in and nobody to love?

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[She's touching on all the sore subjects today.]

That's still up for debate. [As in, nobody likes to talk about it. He gets that feeling either way.] Although I haven't heard anyone come to that conclusion as fast before.

Much has happened.

I've always thought that the castle had favorites.

[ Anne wouldn't be surprised to be deemed a 'favorite'. She has after all claimed rule over it. Perhaps it really is punishing her, but she doesn't want to be beaten. She just doesn't know where to start this time. And she had so much of everything else planned, too. ]

It is not the castle. All the castle does is take the truth and drain any light from it, to pretend at holding a mirror up to your soul and then claiming it is God's work.

It is not an enemy any man would know how to fight, let alone a woman.

[It's hard not to sympathize. He's more of a pessimist than most, but he also considers himself one of the favorites.]

You should never underestimate a woman with a grudge.

It ought to be torn apart, brick by brick. Why has this not been done before? Must I think of everything first, as you say, or have I simply not been told of past failures?

[They're getting off topic. Or maybe not; everything around here revolves around the same thing.]

I've only heard secondhand.

[ The topic is whatever she says it is! Why did she even filter to him... ]

Should I make that my goal, then, rather than concern myself with the people's unity? They clearly do not want any guidance. They are nothing but barbarians, so they would no doubt relish the chance to destroy the castle with brute strength.

[ Maybe she's had a little bit of wine, despite Easter. Seeing Elizabeth was very stressful, okay. ]

[It's not the first time he's been the favored wall to rant at, so he won't try and pull the subject back around. Something about being the quiet guy who keeps his opinions to himself has a way of attracting this.]

You might have a better shot, if you can get enough of them on board.

And why would they not all wish to act on it? What causes their hesitation?

[Because not everyone is as adept at destruction of property as Spike. And even he was never serious enough about it to take out more than the kitchen.]

It's hard to push anything without guarantees.

Is anything in this life guaranteed?

There used to be a couple of things.

Death.

[It's nice to know he's not the only one who would immediately get his reference.]

Sorry. Kind of a morbid topic.

Death is only the end of a pilgrimage, and those who have accepted Jesus Christ as their lord and savior will have nothing to fear from what comes after.

[ But she already suspects he's turned his back on God, if they even know of His glory where Mars is, so that news is probably not comforting. It's much too easy for her to add on, ]

For any man who treats death as a shadow, it will do naught but follow him. If he were to treat it as a friend, then it would walk at his side willingly.

[... That's odd. If it weren't for the part about Jesus, she would have sounded just like old man Bull. Close enough to make him wonder suddenly if he isn't dreaming this right now.]

What about someone who lost sight of it.

Then their eyes are not all the way open. And perhaps they are stuck in a dream as much as we.

[ She wasn't so drunk as to not remember most of what they discussed, especially in that vein. It's always on her mind. ]

[Her response definitely supports the theory.]

That must be a popular opinion.

Not at all. Everywhere I turn, I am told of how it can be no dream. But that is to be expected.

It'd be a strange way of disagreeing with yourself.

Spike

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