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Society has subtler methods than death.

Killing you softly with their love?

If love were a euphemism for loathing, then yes.

Fear and Loathing? Depressing at best.

Such is the nature of the world.

The nature of things is unfailing.

Then at least it is constant in its depression.

You have my sincerest apologies, Erik.

For what, Madame?

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*shakes head* You cannot control the behaviour of mankind.

You've forgotten who you speak to.

*raises brow* Is there no free will?

There is nothing but free will.

Then how are you expected to control the choices of humanity?

It has all been decided already.

I wonder, does Fate have a fate?

Of course. Everyone has a Fate.

*pauses, considering* Do you know yours?

*pauses, considering* Of course, I do.

In that case, I hardly think it fair that I should remain oblivious to mine.

That, however, is not your Fate.

You are being tremendously unfair.

And cryptic. We cannot help ourselves.

So I have noticed. It is truly a terrible habit.

We would apologize to you, but...

*smirks, amused* I would not have expected less, Madame.

As long as you understand, Erik.

Only some of the time, Madame. *grins* An odd moment of clarity would be a pleasant change.

When We do? No one listens.

Perhaps because they are too busy deciphering your meaning when there is in fact nothing to decipher?

Well, why would they do that?

*smiles* Force of habit.

The cruelty of other people, possibly.