[ It would be hours until she replies. Maybe it's already her fourth day here, hard to tell when it is always night. She hears her name, but the last she hears is the wrong one. ]
Lucrezia. Lucrezia Borgia. [ Never mind that her throat feels like sandpaper. This is important. ]
[ Which is precisely why he keeps opening his journal and saying her name until she answers, even if that does take hours. It figures it would be the Americanized nickname that would get her attention. Just as planned! ]
Lucrezia Borgia.
[ Said properly, just to satisfy her. ]
What happened to you? Were you busy carving out hearts?
[ It takes her a few minutes to clear her mind enough to respond. She keeps seeing people, hearing them and only the smallest part of her remembers they can't be here. Joshua is here, but then again he is not. ]
I took Sforza's but then I lost it. I lost Spike. They took my son. We must find him. Are you here?
[ THAT NAME... FUCK THAT NAME. IT FUCKING HAUNTS HIM. The only reason he even knows how to pronounce it. ]
...I don't know. But it's warm, so Abel will be here soon. But you'll have to survive if you want to see him. What if you're gone the two weeks he's here? Not good.
[ IT HAUNTS HER TOO, he just has to deal. If before the reminder would make her more determined, now it just reminds her of the impossible. No one is getting off this ship.
Her breath hitches, but she can't cry anymore. ]
You will have to take care of him then... Do not let him eat grasshoppers.
[ When she dies, she wants to take the entire world with her. If she must go then they must suffer too. But then she wants to be remembered. Would Joshua even remember? Will he forget the next day? ]
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Lucrezia. Lucrezia Borgia. [ Never mind that her throat feels like sandpaper. This is important. ]
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Lucrezia Borgia.
[ Said properly, just to satisfy her. ]
What happened to you? Were you busy carving out hearts?
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I took Sforza's but then I lost it. I lost Spike. They took my son. We must find him. Are you here?
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[ Fuck the what now? ]
Your son? ...Abel?
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Giovanni. Where is Abel? It is May already. Is it June?
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[ THAT NAME... FUCK THAT NAME. IT FUCKING HAUNTS HIM. The only reason he even knows how to pronounce it. ]
...I don't know. But it's warm, so Abel will be here soon. But you'll have to survive if you want to see him. What if you're gone the two weeks he's here? Not good.
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Her breath hitches, but she can't cry anymore. ]
You will have to take care of him then... Do not let him eat grasshoppers.
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Do not let him heal them either. Do not let him heal anything, they are not worth his trouble.
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No. Save yourself. Leave us.
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[ This kind of crazy isn't hot, shut your stupid face. ]
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So break it. I would not remember that you did. I would not know you.
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You would be back in two weeks.
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[ Or things. ]
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[ You have to obsess over her every single day until you die, Joshua. ]
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I don't forget my family.
[ Just their faces. So shut yours! ]
I'll be there soon. I have fingers to rip off, remember?
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Rip off their fingers if any of them survive. They would be put to no good use.
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Too many wishes at once. I'm not a fairy. You're going to have to pick a promise.
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Only one?
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Until I can reach your side. Only one.
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Then make the other ship leave. Save yourself. You cannot defeat her. She would not let you leave.
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I said, leave me alone!
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