Franz got up from his seat and began pacing slowing back and forth, avoiding any sight of her. In a patronizing tone,"Yes....of course! Let's trust the crazed stranger who "rescued you" from wherever you'd been. Gone one day without any notice, only to turn up because a psychotic woman is having a mental breakdown and happened to mention your name! Let's not forget she was responsible for the injuries you suffered."
He turned to face her. "Do you even know what that feels like? The type of pain experienced from watching such an atrocity? Or do all people only register as strangers, servants, or "social obligations" to you?" Waving a hand in her line of sight. "Am I even visible? Or do you just see some filth emitting noise in your general direction?"
"I'm not even sure why I bothered trying to help Miette while she stabbed me so that she could be 'saved' from whatever ailed her mind. Bothered to not just get rid of her after the first few arrows she shot at me. Bothered to listen to her begging to 'rescue' you. People like you..."
He paused momentarily.Â
"People who are perfectly content to stop trying. People who won't take action."
He sneered at her.Â
"Or will you have me be the liar you seem to accuse me of being so often? Would that make the world easier to hide away in? Would you prefer I rescind my word about not lying? Are truthful words too difficult?"
He began to walk around the room, looking for the tray that had likely been left in the room. A tray of some simple food he'd left for her the other evening that she could stomach. Eventually finding, he could only assume her newest 'servant' was too busy being interrogated to handle it. Picking it up, he started to slowly walk towards the door, stopping only to reapply the glamour before exiting. He supposed if she wanted to respond, he'd listen.Â
Mustering up the most genuine-looking smile he could. he turned back to here. "Is there anything I can get you besides the deceit you've so kindly requested?"
He turned to face her. "Do you even know what that feels like? The type of pain experienced from watching such an atrocity? Or do all people only register as strangers, servants, or "social obligations" to you?" Waving a hand in her line of sight. "Am I even visible? Or do you just see some filth emitting noise in your general direction?"
"I'm not even sure why I bothered trying to help Miette while she stabbed me so that she could be 'saved' from whatever ailed her mind. Bothered to not just get rid of her after the first few arrows she shot at me. Bothered to listen to her begging to 'rescue' you. People like you..."
He paused momentarily.Â
"People who are perfectly content to stop trying. People who won't take action."
He sneered at her.Â
"Or will you have me be the liar you seem to accuse me of being so often? Would that make the world easier to hide away in? Would you prefer I rescind my word about not lying? Are truthful words too difficult?"
He began to walk around the room, looking for the tray that had likely been left in the room. A tray of some simple food he'd left for her the other evening that she could stomach. Eventually finding, he could only assume her newest 'servant' was too busy being interrogated to handle it. Picking it up, he started to slowly walk towards the door, stopping only to reapply the glamour before exiting. He supposed if she wanted to respond, he'd listen.Â
Mustering up the most genuine-looking smile he could. he turned back to here. "Is there anything I can get you besides the deceit you've so kindly requested?"
