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Jul. 4th, 2006 04:25 am[Filter: Private]
I can't help but wonder, love. Has the news come to you, yet? Surely, it's been only ... oh, three days? And the knowledge only public since this morning, but, of course, you are the Lady of Temair, and this was ... well. I'm sure you know, I'm hardly so rude as to bore you. You know everything, isn't that right?
Well, then. I'm sure your suspicions are running wild. (They do that, don't they? Tsk, Elzie, paranoia does nothing but hurt you, surely you know that. You can trust no one without fearing everything; I'm well accustomed to that, myself.) Well, let me assure you, and put your sweet mind to rest, then, dearest. There's nothing for you to worry about. People die, Eliza, you know that. You and I, of all people, know that. Young women die all over my city, all the time. Mother died, Father died, Adelaide died ...
Your father died. And your spy died.
Now why would you presume I had anything to do with any of that? Assumptions are very rude.
People die, Eliza. Death is no more than the curse of life. Everyone dies.
Now isn't that a comfort?
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Tsk, and after a short hiatus, I had thought it might be possible that these murders had gone to rest, but unfortunately, it seems to not be the case. And a strange one, for that.
Ah, and to all of you suggesting my homeland fornicate itself in Kanemoria, a pleasant holiday.
I can't help but wonder, love. Has the news come to you, yet? Surely, it's been only ... oh, three days? And the knowledge only public since this morning, but, of course, you are the Lady of Temair, and this was ... well. I'm sure you know, I'm hardly so rude as to bore you. You know everything, isn't that right?
Well, then. I'm sure your suspicions are running wild. (They do that, don't they? Tsk, Elzie, paranoia does nothing but hurt you, surely you know that. You can trust no one without fearing everything; I'm well accustomed to that, myself.) Well, let me assure you, and put your sweet mind to rest, then, dearest. There's nothing for you to worry about. People die, Eliza, you know that. You and I, of all people, know that. Young women die all over my city, all the time. Mother died, Father died, Adelaide died ...
Your father died. And your spy died.
Now why would you presume I had anything to do with any of that? Assumptions are very rude.
People die, Eliza. Death is no more than the curse of life. Everyone dies.
Now isn't that a comfort?
[Filter: Public]
Tsk, and after a short hiatus, I had thought it might be possible that these murders had gone to rest, but unfortunately, it seems to not be the case. And a strange one, for that.
Ah, and to all of you suggesting my homeland fornicate itself in Kanemoria, a pleasant holiday.
