this can only end in pain

[rageprincess]

You think you have great rage? You know nothing of rage. You have 'anger'. Petty, weak, pathetic anger, diluted by all that hope and compassion. Run along and play with that blue worm Saint Walker. This venture of yours will fail.

The Red Lanterns have more important matters to attend to.

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[forgottenmotley]

But you need hope to have great rage.

[rageprincess]

When you've had hope ripped from your back and burned until you don't feel it anymore, beaten and carved out of you until you know nothing but hate and the wish to die, then you can talk to me about what I need.

[forgottenmotley]

Exactly! You needed the hope. You have lost the hope. If you didn't care you wouldn't be angry. And why do you hate? Because it's been taken away from you.

If you truly didn't have hope or think you could regain it, you would have killed yourself on the spot.

[rageprincess]

You think blood pumps through these veins? You're as ill-informed as you are obnoxious.

[forgottenmotley]

You say you have no blood, but you are still alive, are you not? And that's all that matters. That you are alive!

And if you wish to insult me by calling me ill-formed and obnoxious then you do not know who I am.

[rageprincess]

It's only the truth.

My old life is done. There is nothing left but this broken shell and the napalm burning through my veins.

[forgottenmotley]

Anything that lives, hopes.

[rageprincess]

Then I don't live. I breathe. It's different.

[forgottenmotley]

[He laughs. It's not a nice laugh. It's the sort of laugh that comes from ancient things, from when men were young and still easy prey.]

You move. You talk. You speak. You do not lay cold in the ground or as a pile of ashes.

You are alive.

[rageprincess]

We won't be able to say the same for you much longer.

[forgottenmotley]

[He holds up his walking stick and wags it at her.]

Try me.

[Someone with that smile on his face obviously has a trick or thirty up his motley sleeves.]

[rageprincess]

You're not worth my time.

[forgottenmotley]

Or you don't think you can take me.

[rageprincess]

I'm not some dog to be poked and prodded until I bite. You've done nothing to deserve death. Don't ask for it.

[human_heart]

Huh-huh-huh-huh... Rage is pointless aside from endeavours to escape it. The essence of revenge is hope!

[rageprincess]

I want no escape. Rage is my existence now. [ And she's actually pretty cool with it. ]

[human_heart]

Heh. Rage is a powerful engine but what engine exists to power itself?

[rageprincess]

The Red Lantern Central Battery. [ Duh. ]

[human_heart]

That was more an illustration of futility, but that works too I suppose.

[rageprincess]

Being a red lantern is to be rules by rage and to take vengeance for those who cannot. Maybe it is futile, but it feels good.

[human_heart]

Really now? Sounds fun enough in theory, but doing things for others is so boring. What about yourself?

[rageprincess]

The men who hurt me and those associated have been killed. Brutally.

[human_heart]

...hah-hah! What an enviable moment. I still don't see why after that you would work for other people's ends... But if you like it, whatever works.

[rageprincess]

It feels good to destroy people who deserve it. And like I've said, my life is over. The ring keeps me alive. There's not much else to do.

[human_heart]

Is that so? The idea you can't choose something else makes it sound much less fun. Not that I would choose not to kill anyone I wanted to...

But it sounds a good deal all the same. It seems to come with a nice uniform.

[rageprincess]

I make my own choices.

[human_heart]

Within rules. Isn't half the fun of true rage becoming completely unbound? Laying waste without a care in the world... Heh. Just thinking about it makes me want someone to piss me off.

[rageprincess]

The only rule is that if I try to take off the ring I die. No man in the universe controls me.

[human_heart]

Except you said you kill those who deserve it. That's a rule. Unless you have very loose standards, huh?

[rageprincess]

Because I like to.

[human_heart]

I admire that. But I still think you restrict yourself too much.

[rageprincess]

If you think I care about your opinion you're dumber than you look.

[human_heart]

Care about what you like. I just think you'd look good completely out of control.

[rageprincess]

I think you'd look good choking on your own blood. [ She holds out her nails like claws. And, well, they are. ]

Maybe a demonstration is in order.

[human_heart]

[Amon laughs quite heartily. It's official. He digs her.] You think you can? I don't think you're wild enough.

[He himself is sporting quite a set of claws...]

Let's go, girl.

[...But it's the antenna to keep an eye out for, because those things are sharp and easily able to extend over there to try a bit of impalement. He doesn't mess around.]

[imaginate]

I'm pretty sure whatever your mun has planned is better than you guys puking on everything.

[rageprincess]

I don't 'puke' on everything, Rayner. [ She spits napalm. It's different. ]

[imaginate]

It was a technical term. [Shrug.]

[rageprincess]

I fail to see what my mun finds so 'cute' about you.

[imaginate]

Aw, I'd have thought I made at least a 'dreamy'.

[rageprincess]

I'm sure you find yourself hilarious.