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Doesn't everything?

Having free will means you're responsible for what you do with it, unfortunately.

What if you've already paid a steep... price just to get your freedom in the... first place?

I think you're still responsible for what you do with it. But that sounds like a story waiting to be told.

[Now he looks expectant.]

I'm... not a very good storyteller.

[Sheepish smile.]

I don't even know what to do with... my freedom, yet.

Hmmm. Well, I wouldn't be a good mentor, unless you're interested in liquor and orgies.

Perhaps you could write a book or something. [Humans do that, don't they?]

I've... tried liquor, but it doesn't mix... well with my medications.

If I wrote a book on what I know, nobody would believe me. [He thinks it's a funny idea anyway.]

[His expression softens a little.] It's not particularly healthy for humans, is it? Not in large doses.

You could pretend it's fiction! Write a novel.

We'd not know. We's forgot what it be like, my Precious.

I'm... very sorry for that.

There be nasssty cruel thingses in this world, you know. And they make usss nasssty-cruel, yesss.

No, but that doesn't always stop us. Are... you not human...? [Now he looks intimidated.]

Or ya can just break shit until they give it to ya fer free.

Nobody can make us who we don't want... to be.

I'm not strong enough to break... many things.

Course they can, Precious.

Essspecially with dark magicsss. *Which is slightly out of left field, but oh well.*

Yeah? Go pay guys to break 'em fer ya. Lots o'people break stuff fer cash, they do it all the time.

Look at organized crime. Loads of broken shit.

That has a price, too. And I'd rather not end... up in anybody's prison ever again, thank... you.

Also one would have to have cash in... the first place.

I stand by my opinion, thank you. It comes as... a result of a great deal of research.

You were in prison? ... Ya don't look like it, mac.

Broke, well then yer just shit outta luck fer gettin' free stuff aintcha?

Not a conventional prison, but trapped all... the same.

And I'm not broke, but my funds are limited. Al...so there really isn't anything I want, now... that I am free.

*Sneer.* Search and search but do not find, my love. Sssilly nasssty one, it knowses very little.

Can become thief if starving. Can become killer if attackeded. Can become monssster if hurt too much, as we well knowses!

Yeah yeah, prison is prison, what'd ya do ta be in one anyway?

... Well...

...

Least yer easy t'please I guess.

[Mumble grumble]

Dontchu want other stuff? Respect? Attention? Ladies or somethin'?

Can. But you don't have to.

I knew something useful that... nobody else knew how to do.

[That's the simplest way he can explain it. Also he looks like the kind of guy who would get beat up in prison. Or maybe did. He's sort of hunched and has a limp and never seems to catch his breath.]

I... don't know. I can't remember ever hav...ing respect, and I... don't think... well. I'm not a ladies man. [Now he's blushing a little.]

Yeah? Whuzzat?

[Hare can see this isn't exactly a prison kinda guy. He'd feel bad for him if he could. He doesn't. At all. Ever]

Awww c'mon, I betcha got somethin' in ya that can bag a dame.