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[osbastard]

You infuriate me, woman, do you know that? You've never picked me, not once. Not ever. You know who you sound like with your "Harold Harold Harold?" You do. I'll never get my chance to shine as long as you carry on over Mr. Golden Boy.

He's not so impressive, you know. He's like cheap ink the way he bleeds.

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[illbebach]

If he was that interesting to me? I'd turn him inside out.

[osbastard]

And paint your name in his blood?

[illbebach]

I was going for the 'lick his still-beating heart' image but I suppose that's well enough, too.

[osbastard]

That's disgusting -- he's my brother.

[illbebach]

Your point?

[osbastard]

I don't have one, particularly.

[illbebach]

[A beat.

And then, rancorous laughter.]

[osbastard]

What?

[illbebach]

Oh. Oh. No.

You don't want to know.

[osbastard]

What is it?! Tell me, you jerk!

[illbebach]

Convince me.

[osbastard]

You understand how I feel, don't you?

[illbebach]

Ah, ah, ah. Let's not confuse comprehension with empathy.

[osbastard]

I wouldn't mistake anything for empathy.

[illbebach]

There's a lad.

Now.

Tell me why your dearie dad loved your brother more.

[osbastard]

You know how it is with first borns.