on recent plot development...

[napoleonical]

What do you think this is, you crazy bitch? Play time? Fun? You wouldn't dare!

Put it out of your mind now and I may let it slide.

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[secretsymphony]

[napoleonical]

What?

[secretsymphony]

I'm sorry, but --

[And she starts spluttering from laughter again, covering her mouth with her hand.]

[napoleonical]

[Eyes narrowing to slits here.]

Unless you want the same treatment, I suggest you shut up.

[secretsymphony]

I share the same headspace as both your wife and that other girl. You deserve it, you piece of shit.

[napoleonical]

Oh, take your righteousness somewhere else, woman.

[secretsymphony]

I will. I just needed to laugh in your face first.

[napoleonical]

[Just a look. Get lost.]

[scarleting]

You brought this upon yourself, Jean Louis.

[napoleonical]

I don't want to hear it.

[scarleting]

As I don't want to see it. Yet, look at us. Look at you...

[napoleonical]

I'll make her change her mind.

[scarleting]

You are but a puppet between her hands! Since when has a puppet been in charge of its puppeteer?

[napoleonical]

Mireille.

[scarleting]

Have you ever stopped to consider what consequences your actions would have for me? For -- Amalia?

[napoleonical]

[....]

If you're going to have a fit, take it elsewhere.

[scarleting]

If you are so intend on dying, spit your blood on someone else's shoes.

[napoleonical]

What? I'm not intend on - this is not my fault!

[scarleting]

Dealing with the Mexicans! Drugs and prostitution - all crimes carried out in your name, if not by your hands!

[napoleonical]

But she doesn't have to poison me! How are those things even related?

[scarleting]

You killed that innocent family, Jean Louis.

[napoleonical]

Yes. I had to.

[scarleting]

Robbing Lisa of her caretakers.

[napoleonical]

She got by, didn't she?

I don't see the parallel.

[scarleting]

As you are now robbing Amalia of hers.

[napoleonical]

Well. She can at least pretend to have a mother.

[scarleting]

Should I be relieved? To never hear another word spoken by you?

[napoleonical]

I'm not dead yet! And I won't be, not like this.

[scarleting]

With a lifestyle such as yours, Jean Louis, it's inevitable.

[napoleonical]

... you're starting to sound a bit too accepting here, Mireille.

[scarleting]

I'm not stupid.

[napoleonical]

Then act like it! Why would this succeed when countless other plans haven't?

[scarleting]

Because these are men cast in a different mould. They refuse to adhere to your commands.

[napoleonical]

Since when were you an expert on the Mexican cartels?

[scarleting]

Their work is world-renowned.

[napoleonical]

Mireille. Either go away or be helpful.

[scarleting]

And what do you wish me to do? Stroke your forehead, kiss it and tell you everything shall surely sort itself out in due time?

[napoleonical]

That would be odd.

[scarleting]

But would it be helpful, is the true question.

[napoleonical]

It wouldn't.

[scarleting]

Then, there shan't be any stroking for you.

[napoleonical]

Of any kind?

[scarleting]

As you said yourself. You aren't dead yet.

[napoleonical]

Well. In that case, I know what you can do for me.

[scarleting]

Give me a second and I'll be with you.

[napoleonical]

Right.