capeandcowl | seventeenth | voice

So I was wondering, my fellow imports, if there's been any progress on the apprehension of my murderer.

[Silence.]

Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

[Another silence. He breathes through his teeth.]

What's that, you say? No?

No progress at all!? [Beat. Calmer:] Well, then. Isn't that curious.

I shouldn't be surprised, all things considered. You probably know where he is but don't want to divulge it just yet, don't want to suffer through throwing one of your own into this dreadful, dreadful facility, this super-prison. The herd behavior is cute, really, but one day, I'm afraid it's going to cost you. But I could be wrong. Maybe you don't know. Maybe you're all too busy folding to the whims of our benevolent god to even give a frak about the death of some poor, old machine. Too caught up in your own prison.

Which reminds me. I address this to all of you, not just my captors:

The vast majority of you going about this the wrong way, my friends. I am not your enemy.

One day, perhaps you'll be lucky to pick up on it.

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And you? What are you doing about it, as a great, immortal concept?

Being unhelpful, I'm sure you would say.

[Desire is in the corner of the room, cigarette in hand]

[OH BOY THAT'S A LOT OF CURSING. YUP. A LOT OF CURSING. He scrambles to the opposite end of the room.]

What the frak are you doing in here?!

[Desire just blows rings of smoke.]

You were the one whining about how no one was seeking a way to get you out.

Calm down, puss.

[He stares at it, panting, while the words sink in. He can't believe it, though. It's not that easy.]

What are you doing.

[He breathes the words through his teeth. He doesn't move. (Frightened. He's frightened.)]

Maybe I'm taking a page out of Death's book.

[Hope and fear and frustration. His posture relaxes, but his eyes remain narrowed.]

Are you?

Would you take my hand?

[Desire may have well just asked him to touch a poisonous snake. He grimaces, stepping back.]

No. No. I'm not owing you anything. You just want to use me like an animal. Like a human.

[Desire shrugs and takes a drag]

Suit yourself, Brother Cavil. Then I suppose a conversation will have to do.

[He isn't sure if he regrets it or not. He stands there, the anger and doubt just under his skin, flushing his face. Did he lose his only chance at freedom? --No. He wouldn't want the freedom he could get from that thing anyway.]

Maybe you can indulgence me in the answer to a question.

Ask.

[He growls out the words like an insult. An accusation.]

What do you want?

Everyone asks that. Here I was hoping you would be more creative.

I don't give a flying frak about creativity. Tell me what you want.

No, puss.

Have a cigarette.

Perhaps I haven't made this clear. [He steps forward.] There's nothing you can offer that I'd take.

Well, idiocy runs deep in mortals.

And apparently it also runs deep in-- [He gestures vaguely, rolling his hands as though circling a ball.] --'pseudo-deity immortal concept whatever you are's. I'd ask if you had something better to do, but you clearly don't.

Brother Cavil, you ought to be careful.

[At the warning, he bristles, but doesn't speak. It takes all his restraint not to snarl. He loathes feeling this powerless.]

There's a puss.

[Desire leans against the wall and smokes]

It's a pity, then. I suppose I should go.

seventeenth | voice | from prison

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