a cruel romance [night 8]

[worldchampofmartialarts]

[Death never has a meaning, but if we so choose to seek out patterns in a desperate attempt to imbue meaning into the twisted charades and senseless loss of life, we might come to the natural conclusion that love has no place here. That no matter how close a relationship may become, we can never know anyone else as intimately as we know ourselves.

Ultimately, we are all entirely alone, unable to truly understand anything beyond our deeply limited perspectives.

It's pointless even pretending any of us, alive or dead, are people deserving or capable of love.

Well, to hell with that.

We can always put in the effort.

Even when the circumstances get worse, we can always be better.

So let's give it a try.]

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[rangerslayer]

You said it.

[ She's drinking. Doesn't look like she's enjoying herself, but she's drinking. ]

[anguineous]

[ So normal drinking 2 forget, then. ]

Guess it really is too much to expect anyone involved with this damn thing to shoot straight.

[rangerslayer]

You think what that guy said was right? That we've all got... That we've all done crimes?

[anguineous]

I know I have. Guess the pardon I got doesn't sit right with 'em.

[ let it be known that snake did immediately commit treason after receiving said pardon ]

[rangerslayer]

[ fucking snake ]

...You think they have any right to judge us, based on those crimes?

[anguineous]

[ the president had it coming ]

I think they think they do, and that seems to be what counts around here.

[rangerslayer]

It's bullshit.

[ Ugh. ]

Both that. And that this'll probably keep happening.

[anguineous]

This group? Probably. Put anyone in a cage for long enough and you can get this kind of shit out of them.

[rangerslayer]

Throw a starving lion some scraps...or something. I was never good at sayings like that.

[ ... ]

You've got good instincts. In those trials.

[anguineous]

They're overrated anyway.

[ He sighs. ]

Spend enough time around murderers, and you get good at this kind of thing.

[rangerslayer]

...I know what the look like. But I can never seem to figure it out until it's obvious.

[anguineous]

Yeah, well, what they look like and how they think are different animals.

[rangerslayer]

Isn't that the truth...?

[ ... ]

What makes you so able to think like them?

[anguineous]

Ten years of war. I've seen plenty.

[rangerslayer]

...Something else we have in common, then.

[anguineous]

Guess so. They give yours a name?

[rangerslayer]

Can't give a name to something ongoing, can you?

[anguineous]

They'll find one. They always do. Neat little bow to put on it. Mine was World War III.

[rangerslayer]

[ She snorts. ]

How long did it take for that? A week, a month?