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Is it really a mistake?

Trust you not to see it that way, wonder.

[dealing cards as he thinks, tucking the odd one or two up his sleeve. Trying to seed out the cards of affection and companionship, the card with Erzulie Freda, cutting down the arcana by a dozen in an attempt to get a less fair reading for himself.]

Sometimes it's all right to make mistakes, with the right person.

I can't say I think it's a bad thing to care about other people. [That with a smile; she knew Facilier knew that, it was basically her entire worldview, so it was a smile that said, wryly, that she knew she was stating the obvious.] The benefits outweigh anything bad that comes out of it.

[That addition was nice, though, it felt like Facilier wasn't completely uncomfortable with it... just mostly. She stepped over and asked, amused:] What are you doing?

Course not. You're in love with the whole wide world. [He tilted his head at her last part, curious.] I like it when you sound sure, but I can't say that sounds like a sure bet, to me.

[Innocently.] Giving myself a little read. Just want to check in on the Ghede without bothering them overmuch, I don't need a favor, I--[pulling three cards he definitely, definitely did not leave in. A card with a knight-looking lady, ebon haired and touching her armor-plated chest with one hand - covering the damaged plate. The second card was a hanging caged figure with the cage door open, relaxing comfortably inside the wrought iron bars. The third, two figures embraced, by the side of a deep ocean of stars, and he carefully flipped the cards over again after a moment.]

...Alright now. There's no need to be rude about it.

It's a fool's pursuit, in the end.

Oh, good, misery loves company. What happened to you, friend? You lose your sweetheart at the masquerade party?

She was lost long before then.

You wanna talk about it?

Ahhh that pesky heart. Always gets you Humans into trouble.

Darlin', you ain't never lied.

Here I used to be of the school where I'd stand back and gloat about smitten pups. How the mighty do fall.

[But he's going to be cautiously respectful about anyone who IDs themself outside of the human species.] Not a problem for you, then?

Have to say, that's one of the better mistakes I've made.

Thank you kindly, though it pains me to be right.

You ever need to talk, I'm here to listen. No charge for that.

Not a problem, no. It could be, if I was weaker and permitted it to be so.

But what sparked the change for you? Why guide the smitten pups rather than let them learn the lesson by falling flat on their faces?

[She barks in mirthless laughter.] That's a mighty generous offer, but I'm sure you haven't got all day.

I'm glad it worked out for you. [He's sincere about that part, at least.] Although I have to ask how long it's been for you. The first few months feel great, I'm told.

[When is Facilier going to stop obliviously talking to divinities as if they're human beings? Never probably]

[At least he's one of the friendlier ones!]

Oh just about forever, man. Feels like forever, still love 'em just as much as I did when I met 'em.

Real special kind of love, to be fair. Once in a lifetime stuff.

It's a typical story: I lost to the glamour of youth.

I got long enough, but if you don't wanna go deep into it, I understand that, too. Some things hurt to talk about, don't they.

Would you've wanted her, if she didn't want you?

You ain't just whistlin' Dixie.

That's a filthy lie.

I wouldn't be one to try to humanize. [Anymore.] If you think you can get by without it, that's one less thing for you to worry over.

Well, it's unfortunately that I've become one. There's a lady--I can't even describe it without soundin' exactly like the kinda person I used to laugh at. It's tragic, is what it is.

You ever meet someone who ends up being a perfect counterweight to everything you are? It doesn't even got to be love, it could be a perfect partnership, financial or spiritual, or anything. They're strong where you're weak, smart where you struggle. And you can give back more or less the same, in different places.

[She considers it, for a moment. How much is too much?] ...D'accord. I left my husband --Well, my ex-husband-- And while not a day goes by that I don't miss him, terribly, I... I don't think I understand th'concept of love, anymore. If it exists, it ain't meant for my sort.

So, who's th'lucky femme?

It would have killed her soul, but at the time I was willing to accept that.