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[smilelikeaknife]

Some people are so peculiar about wishes.

Make your dreams come true.

A dream is a wish the heart makes.

Be careful what you wish for.

If wishes were fishes beggars would eat.

A man is his own easiest dupe, for what he wishes to be true he generally believes to be true.

Wish for something, or not, fair City.

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[smilelikeaknife]

How's your stomach?

[enigmaestro]

Suitably settled -- are you about to affect the receptive serotonin balance, or otherwise?

I'm not sure if I'm readied for such bile.

[smilelikeaknife]

I hadn't had any plans, no. But I can never remember the extent of your constitution. Or have you witnessed too much murder the past couple of weeks?

[enigmaestro]

I think we both know I've a high tolerance for death tolls.

[smilelikeaknife]

Of course. You lived in Gotham City.

[enigmaestro]

A city where many belong to you specifically, I'm sure.

[smilelikeaknife]

All humans do. Even if they deny it, humans are nothing if not creatures of Desire.

[enigmaestro]

True. You're a necessity.

[smilelikeaknife]

Now that isn't flattery.

[enigmaestro]

It's simply truth. Everyone, everything simply needs you.

[smilelikeaknife]

How unique for you to recognize truths, for once.

[enigmaestro]

I always recognize truths, I only share them with those who can comprehend them. Or should comprehend them, when I've feeling charitable. And I've said this very thing before.

Aren't you in a curious mood?

[smilelikeaknife]

I thought I was in a pleasant one.

[enigmaestro]

They are two of the same, for me.

[smilelikeaknife]

[Oh, tugtug on that connection between the two of you. Not a bad, painful sort, but the kind of tugging done by a child who wants attention. Or just to annoy]

Good ones, I hope.

[enigmaestro]

Nngh.

[He feels that, and his hesitance betrays his calculation.]

Yes, very good ones.

[A pause, and then:] What's that I feel?

[smilelikeaknife]

What do you think?

[enigmaestro]

Should I rephrase it to why?

[smilelikeaknife]

You ought to be flattered.

[enigmaestro]

You want to play.

[smilelikeaknife]

Will you play with me?

[There's something disturbing about that, because the words are accompanied with a rush of desire]

[enigmaestro]

Yes.

[The word rushes out, as instinctive as breathing.]

I -- I suppose so.

[smilelikeaknife]

We'll have so much fun together.

[What's that? Another rush? Yes.]

[enigmaestro]

[There's a dryness in his throat, a desert, a want.]

Now? I can have it now.

[smilelikeaknife]

What do you want now?

[Oh yes, this is a game. Verbalize This, let's call it.]