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[onefellswoop]

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[necropolitical]

So. Enri.

He makes you feel like the god you think you are because he brings you flowers, eh?

Do you ever read the things you say and wonder if you've become tame?

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Ah, but I'm teasing.

Darius, I'm happy for you. All that you've said here aligns closely with his own testimonials about your - Daddy's - goodness. He very openly calls you that, I've noticed; it isn't something I recall any of the others doing, when they were permitted to speak. (Another distinction, this: he speaks freely. Quite a lot.)

He mentioned the chapel, as well; do you know he stole that rose for you? I know he stole that rose for you. He's very proud of it, in the way a golden retriever is proud of anything it might do for its owner.

Which I don't say to denigrate him; he says other things, prideful of you in the way one would expect a husband-to-be. Your sobriety, the decision to go to rehabilitation at all, your current stability and calm? He's very proud of you.

He's been good for you, my friend.

[...]

Which was Simon?

[...]

Oh, no, not that one.

Is he still alive?

I hated that one, Darius. You know I did. There was something perverse in him in a way different from the others and your own perversity. I've only ever seen it in the sick-minded.

Not mentally ill.

Sick-minded. People who harm animals for fun, or take pleasure in the suffering of innocents. Deforest and Madel

Well. I'm glad Enri is aware of what he is, and keeps you for himself.