Probably apping to scorched

[ordo_seclorum]

Dear Mundane:

I give up. Courtesy is evidently not going to work with you. I am going to lay down some firm rules, and if you value your sanity you will follow them.

First, you need to eat. Real food, not whatever that... substance is that you keep getting delivered to your dorm room. I sincerely doubt that's actual Chinese food, by the way. If the Chinese ate like that, there would be none of them left.

Second, put the pipe down. The beer too. First because both are coarse, uncultured pastimes that turn even the most intelligent of people into drooling idiots, and second because beer is vile and pipes smell horrible.

Third, stop deliberating over it and apply already. Deciding that things won't work before you even try them is what made you such an irritating defeatist. For both of our sakes, just try and if it doesn't work out you can blame me. Just. Try.

Now make yourself a cup of tea and think about what I've said.

Sincerely,
Maximilien Robespierre

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[psalmed]

What about for my sake? Do you realize the things I have had to deal with?

[ordo_seclorum]

[He does. Partly because he was the cause of some of them.]

Would you rather I stay here, then?

[psalmed]

No. I need you where I am.

[To kill you again.]

[ordo_seclorum]

Hopefully it will only be a matter of time, then.

[He's really not sure how to interpret that look on her face.]

[psalmed]

You have a lot to explain to me, Maximilien.

[Her hand is on her hip. Be prepared.]

[ordo_seclorum]

[The only thing that really comes to mind is "Oh, shit.]

...I know.

[psalmed]

I am waiting to hear it. Waiting to know why you destroyed everything.

Surely it was not for me.

[ordo_seclorum]

...Because he killed you. Because it was the only way I knew to avenge you. Because I thought I was already beyond redemption.

[At least he has the consideration to sound remorseful about that last bit.]

[psalmed]

And Durand? Elizaveta? D'Eon? Were they in your way?

[A sigh.]

No one is beyond redemption.

[ordo_seclorum]

I got you killed, Lia. That alone is more than I could ever hope to atone for.

[Purposely looking away from her now.] I was damned the moment I was born.

[psalmed]

No. You were not.

[That much is said with conviction.]

I got myself killed. It was not your sin.

...it seems we will have very much to discuss.

[ordo_seclorum]

[He wants to argue with her, to tell her that he was destined for Hell long before he had any say in the matter, but...]

As you say. [He doesn't sound entirely convinced of this.]

[psalmed]

[Lia just sighs. And Maximilien might recognizing it as one of the long-suffering type.]

I have tried to gain absolution. To gain a resolution. It...is possible. I must believe that. For both of us.

[ordo_seclorum]

Then you're a stronger person than I am.

[Because he wanted to believe that, back then. It might have kept him sane.]

I will speak to you soon, I hope.

[psalmed]

Very soon, God willing.