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[bandybox]

Is this my fate? Taken from Heaven, my father, my brother, and placed in Hell?

Shall I never enjoy rest?

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[luxsit]

They have a habit of doing that from my observation. Always using us as their amusement when bored. Wait with bated breath to see how we will react when poked and prodded.

It reminds me a bit of the bear baiting back in the courts.

[bandybox]

I once had seen a boy treat his pet in the same manner. So are we pets?

[luxsit]

More or less.

They will always expect a show from us. One form or another. I understand that some are kind in this aspect. Not too demanding. Wishing only for a show of 'fluff' as they say.

[bandybox]

A fluff show? I have no interest in fluff shows.

[ if it's anything like that play Hamlet had those performers put on... ]

[luxsit]

Ah, my dear.

{A smile comes up her face at this point. Polite and at the ready.} This is where it must be clear: It does not matter what you desire. If they will it then it shall happen somehow. Or ad arbitrium for them.

After all are you not here instead of where you wish to be?

5000000 years late, but if you're around and the lady's still speaking...

[ofinfinitespace]

[For once - a rarity with Hamlet, though not the first time, not with her - he has no words. No speech to keep away the silence and all its condemnations.

So for the moment he only watches her, rubbing at the back of his neck and willing his voice to return.

It's hard to see her. It is.]