hey girl. strohl's outside somewhere, just kind of... standing, arms crossed. he's shed his fancy yellow coat and his bloody cravat, at least! haha...yay...
he glances over when virtuosa addresses him, and then ducks his head. ]
...In a manner of speaking. [ no but he's calmer than he was before now, and much calmer than he was on friday, so there's that. ]
Shouldn't have lost it like that. [ ... ] I'm sorry.
...No. No, it can't. [ never has, never will. it doesn't bring back vi or fushiguro or apollo, it doesn't bring back miyu or anyone else. it doesn't bring back halia, either. ]
[ he won't disagree - there's a little nod. he is so full of big baby feelings. it's just this was extra targeted. people here die indiscriminately, but it's nathalie's words that stick with him like glue, that rankled him beyond any form of composure.
soft, staring out at the distant horizon: ]
... My father always taught me that a noble ought not place themselves upon an ivory tower - that when they stop caring for the well-being of their people as people, and instead see them from a distance as a possession or an abstract concept, they are no longer deserving of the title.
Those are very smart words... and admittedly, not one you would normally hear from a noble.
[ no matter where you go... rich people are the worst, it seems? ]
Lets say that she really did what she believed was right. I wonder why she kept it a secret? Perhaps she worried she would be a more obvious target, considering she's apparently terminal. But it was taking things out of our hands.
No. [ agreeing bc yeah. rich people do pretty much suck. but, there's a soft smile on his face as he finishes, here and gone. ] My parents were good people.
[ true nobility. the sort that imparted their values onto their son.
he considers the question after, thoughtful. ]
... That escapes me, too. [ like, why. ] Anyone with any sense between their ears would've told her that was insane to believe. And hearing of something like that - we could have tried to use that information to find out what the hell's actually happening here.
[ this is metaphor louis guiabern's doing, thinks strohl, which is an insane thing to think
scowling ]
... Right. People lose sight of their logic if they're appealed to. Easy for people just to lie and make it seem like a situation's going to benefit them. [ nnrnrhghghf he hates it ] So whatever convinced her's probably sharp enough to put together this whole fiasco, too.
[ gesturing wildly out in general at this place. ]
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hey girl. strohl's outside somewhere, just kind of... standing, arms crossed. he's shed his fancy yellow coat and his bloody cravat, at least! haha...yay...
he glances over when virtuosa addresses him, and then ducks his head. ]
...In a manner of speaking. [ no but he's calmer than he was before now, and much calmer than he was on friday, so there's that. ]
Shouldn't have lost it like that. [ ... ] I'm sorry.
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No, I think people should be honest about what they're feeling. It is good to know how to control it, but I don't think your anger was something bad.
[ just... being directly improperly for the time. ]
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If you say so. I don't want to put my problems onto the rest of you. [ ... ] Whole thing just... hit too close to home.
What'd you say to her? At the end.
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[ she sighs then shakes her head. ]
Regret cannot change the past.
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...No. No, it can't. [ never has, never will. it doesn't bring back vi or fushiguro or apollo, it doesn't bring back miyu or anyone else. it doesn't bring back halia, either. ]
Always too little, too late.
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You feel a lot, don't you? Difficult to not have your heart on your sleeves. This kind of situation is difficult for that.
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[ he won't disagree - there's a little nod. he is so full of big baby feelings. it's just this was extra targeted. people here die indiscriminately, but it's nathalie's words that stick with him like glue, that rankled him beyond any form of composure.
soft, staring out at the distant horizon: ]
... My father always taught me that a noble ought not place themselves upon an ivory tower - that when they stop caring for the well-being of their people as people, and instead see them from a distance as a possession or an abstract concept, they are no longer deserving of the title.
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[ no matter where you go... rich people are the worst, it seems? ]
Lets say that she really did what she believed was right. I wonder why she kept it a secret? Perhaps she worried she would be a more obvious target, considering she's apparently terminal. But it was taking things out of our hands.
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[ true nobility. the sort that imparted their values onto their son.
he considers the question after, thoughtful. ]
... That escapes me, too. [ like, why. ] Anyone with any sense between their ears would've told her that was insane to believe. And hearing of something like that - we could have tried to use that information to find out what the hell's actually happening here.
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[ she goes quiet again. ]
... she seemed intelligent though, is the thing. So, what convinced her had to sound rather believable, I think.
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scowling ]
... Right. People lose sight of their logic if they're appealed to. Easy for people just to lie and make it seem like a situation's going to benefit them. [ nnrnrhghghf he hates it ] So whatever convinced her's probably sharp enough to put together this whole fiasco, too.
[ gesturing wildly out in general at this place. ]
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Plus, they had the foresight to only approach one person. If more were told, then word would have spread. Much more risky.
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[ ughghghg. his foot taps, annoyed. ]
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[ they can really sit here theorizing but. it feels like going in circles without any actual confirmations.
... ]
... do you think fate is predetermined?
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Fate? [ ... ]
No. No, I don't. What sort of a life is that to live?