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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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And I won't be the last. [Another smug smile. He doesn't move away.]

I'm probably not even alone in the City.

Who else do you think has that in the City, Edward?

Eridan Ampora. My ward.

Yes.

[For now.]

My -- [A beat.] For all intended purposes, a son to me.

I know who he is, Edward. I haven't hurt him.

Yet.

He knows he's playing with fire, he simply thinks he can escape with minor burns.

It's very charming, your feelings for him.

He's my ward.

Yes, I know.

Which I mean to say, we're not here to amuse you, really. [He brings his nose very near to its, eyes staring.]

There are other little entertainments.

[It's like being within striking distance of a snake. Desire's hand suddenly grips Eddie's wrist, just three fingertips, but it's like an iron vice. The burn of want is almost painful in that spot. Desire's grasp has always been intoxicating, but this is toxic.]

You don't understand.

You are all here to amuse me. The only distinction is that I have been kind to you and I have been even kinder to your ward.

[The feeling is overwhelming: a sensation otherworldly, hinging on agony and craving and a burning not quite physical. It overwhelms his senses and brings him to his knees.

His power, to some degree, depends on his ability to feel. Physically feel. When he's physically overwhelmed or numbed, the tingles of falsehood get swallowed and he cannot rely on the messenger of his flesh and nerves.

He thought he felt the falsehoods, but it was impossible to clearly discern. Not when Desire had him by the wrist.]

That -- That isn't true, Desire. Let g-go of my -- [The feeling was overwhelming.]

[Desire's hand doesn't move; the grip does not tighten, precisely, but it doesn't slacken. The feeling does not fade]

Yes. It is true.

No. [His eyes water slightly, from the brunt of this force. The consistency.]

Why?

[Desire's fingers feel like they're etching into the skin. Whatever Desire's point, it has not made it]

Because I am an entity of the universe who will very casually destroy everything you have without a merest thought. I have chosen to play on your level because it entertains me, because humans entertain me.

Say yes, Lord&Lady.

Nghh.

[He bit down on his tongue, seeking the warm copper of his blood in his bold defiance.]

[Desire holds on, casually]

Do you think you'll get used to this touch? Do you think it will get better?

If it does this to you, who feel immune to me, what could it do to those you love?

[His face is in its lap. His fingers cling. He groans, in pain or pleasure.

F-Felicia?

The lovely Felicia.

I've stayed away from her.

[The touch is relentless]

That could very easily end.

[He buried his face, muffling a little moan.]

No, no, that isn't fair.

Say please, Lord&Lady.

Please, Lord and Lady.

Please.

[Desire releases his wrist; there are three fingertip shaped spots, dusky and golden, imprinted on his skin.]

There.

Ghhh.

[The relief was palpable. He jerked away, erratic, gripping at his wrist. Staring.]

Look what you've done.