Someone is canon-reviewing.

[angel_of_death]

You take interest in the most curious sorts of details. Tell me, just what do you intend to do with all this information you're gathering?

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[silent_hound]

[Scribble-scribble on the notepad.]

Details?

[angel_of_death]

[Oh. It's the werewolf again. Walter's mood takes an instant turn towards dour, but he manages to be civil enough to respond whilst inwardly cursing the Limbo that is Dear Mun all the while.]

Details. All the little things in my life. My hands, what colour of gloves I wear and when. How I spend time with my master's daughter when I am older. How I react to certain statements or realizations.

[And here, the part he as a muse dislikes being pointed out the most.]

...And how my 'bad temper' comes up now and then, even when I'm an old man.

[silent_hound]

Excessive emotion causes mistakes.

[angel_of_death]

And not having them at all would make me no different from a slave.

[Yeah, that comment about mistakes stung a bit.]

[silent_hound]

You willingly became one for power to face your enemy. Just as I willingly became one, to find my end.

[angel_of_death]

Good riddance. I don't know how the fuck your lot managed to escape from Warsaw, but good-fucking-riddance. I hope you all burn in Hell. The fat man will probably sizzle like bacon.

[silent_hound]

I do not care about your human Hells.

[angel_of_death]

[Why. Why was it that the bloody Captain and the bloody Major seemed so perfectly tailored for pissing him off.]

Get out.

[And there's that bad temper again. Suffice to say, this younger Walter is not exactly keen on hearing about the future and imagining all that it entails. Especially when it all appears to be set in stone. He wants to rebel against it; will the outcome to be different. But there's not a damned thing he can do here. So, predictably, he becomes even more frustrated. And the werewolf's apparent calmness about the whole situation doesn't make it any better; in fact, it leaves the young butler resentful. The monster dares to be satisfied-- cordial, even-- while essentially telling Walter that his service and his life may very well have amounted to nothing. That he might have destroyed any relationship he had-- including that which he would have had with the only child he would ever come to raise. The monster would die happy, and Walter, so far as he could see, would die in misery and leave those he cared for with the same.

It wasn't fair.]