Time resumes.

I am DIO.

[lordoverheaven]

saintquartzing​:

-He does not need that lecture, ever, even if his younger self is the one who indulges by far more with the pleasures of being a tyrant.  Even if he is more measured, he at least knows.-

Of course, of course…

I worry because it is my job to worry.  As a King looking out over Chaldea, as a tyrant who wants to keep the treasures he holds.  Variables are something I loathe even if I can view all the pieces and players on this chessboard.  

-A slight motion, with wine glass in hand.-

Merely, such a thing as variables, is why I met with you.  Of course you are the hanging presence over all of this, so rather than sit as some fearful devotee making assumptions as some would, I come to just simply meet you beyond just hearing about you.

If the pieces move to your will, if she is a piece that exists from your will…

Then what do you “will” her to be?  When others will behold her like a diamond with facets reflecting faces that are hers and aren’t hers alike, with names now with her as the meaning?  Not that I explicitly care of the end result beyond my job for assisting in response to a crisis.

Of course...you wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to those treasures you keep. 

What do I will her to be? 

I will her to be the most supreme of whatever form she chooses to take. Whatever form she takes, whatever path she treads, I wish for her to grow into something new, something novel, something only she can be. The most excellent and powerful version of herself that she can become.

In a way, just what any parent would wish for their child. I wish for her to stand at the peak.

Will she cease to exist as the Memeko that you currently know? Perhaps. It is up to her to define herself, to define who “Memeko” is. And if that changes significantly from the current definition, so be it. All things must change with time. 

If all those hangers-on change her too much, and she ceases her growth... No, I don’t think that will come to pass. She will evolve, but not be overcome. 

Your world, and my existence...it is a symbiotic relationship. If I am not concerned, you have no reason to be. 

By the way, I quite like this ancient wine.

[lordoverheaven]

saintquartzing​:

-He leans back, taking the refilled glass of wine with him as he simply listens as he explains both that other iteration of his Master, the concept of rules and laws.  His gaze goes down for just a few moments, the false light of the gardens they sit in hitting the glass with a sheen that is not unnatural, per se, but something else.  Rule bending…?-

I am aware of that condition, as I believe a few others.  My Master herself, has found that out, even.  A year or so ago, she fell unconscious by triggering a curse from the false King Solomon.  It was clear his intention was specifically to take advantage of that.  

“Who made such rules”–what matters is who enforces them and upholds them.

-His gaze rises, looking up to him and meeting those eyes.-

But also what matters, most, if someone knows how malleable the rules are–or if there are rules.

For example, speaking of vessels, yours is clearly preferred to how it was in your life: a vampire, as your daughter is now.  You can look how you please, change yourself how you please.  You use this artificial light in this very room, as you still apply the same physical limitations of sunlight to your form.  Why?  How should I know, but I shall assume comfort and confidence, perhaps even treasuring that body how it was in life, to enjoy the boundaries.  

With that said, if you wished to keep your vessel for some sort of reason for convenience?  I imagine you could easily break that rule on a whim.  Perhaps you even did so now as I mentioned it?  

-A slight laugh rises from him.-

What matters, however… She does not even have the “rule book,” in this situation beyond assumption and observation, whereas you have yours and are aware of the boundaries, physics, laws, and what not.  

And I do not disagree with what you say–she will never be an “Enemy of Humanity,” much like you are not.  You have by passed that classification and threat level, that much is clear.  If you are applied that term, it is with someone who is not a Servant, certainly not one as myself entitled to the crowned classes, who does not know what a real threat looks like.

-He gives a small wave to his hand.-

My Master is unaware of her powers, plain and simple, thus she operates under the rules of conventional physics, conventional magecraft, and conventional laws.  Any speculation about that is speculation.  She thinks she is a Knight on a chessboard, whereas you are aware the game pieces are just pieces that have to be placed by hand and are happy to move Pawns in nonsensical and always gaining check mate.  

As such, as these connections pile more and more onto her, will she end up being a Knight who acts as a Knight still, or will she mistake her identity as a Bishop and fall into a trap before she is aware that, like you, she could throw the board on the floor and define that as a victory condition?  That is my concern in our mission for you.  Will her stability be an issue in preserving herself, not her confined “job”?

Indeed...you have the right of it. There is something to be said about being drawn to the familiar -- lesser beings might label it as a desire for comfort. But such a desire, I imagine, is present in all sentient things, in equal parts with the desire for the new and the novel. Why, after all, would you give up something that brings you the most pleasure?

-As he says this, he reaches up to touch the falcon perched behind him, gently patting his head. To enjoy a garden like this, to enjoy false sunlight, to enjoy all these birds and unusual creations that are so fantastical that they may as well be illusory... Even such an omnipotent god can, and should, pursue these pleasures, he thinks. What has the right to exist if not for his own pleasure?...But he won’t lecture Gilgamesh on that. Not right now.-

That is why I expect Memeko should succeed. I expect that she would change the world to fit what she desires, even if those desires are rather simplistic. She may not know the why or how of it, but in due time...in due time. 

But why do you worry? Whether she realizes the nature of the board or not, whether she identifies as the pawn or the player, I am the one who moves the pieces in the end. I am the pieces, the board, the players, the rules, and the concept of the game, itself. 

Nothing happens without my consent. 

Does that answer satisfy you, O ancient king?

[lordoverheaven]

saintquartzing​:

-Honestly, he’s probably buzzed at all times to a degree.  Let’s be honest.  Likely two minutes away from just drinking straight from the bottle, both of them.-

There’s no label for morality that is not utterly useless, morality is established by those who rule–and even then, it is through might one makes right.  Be it words, force, or charisma.

-A slight “hmm” escapes him.  For the bias his mongrel presents, he knows her well enough?  He truly does supervise her, analyzes her–whatever thought it is as he watches her.  Truly, she is much too simple to think of on other terms other than need, impulse, whim, he also agrees.-

-His lips twitch with a smile as he takes the bottle to pour more for himself.  But then a question is posed to him.  One that makes his expression unreadable, one that teases through his own thoughts with such exact wording, as if trying to pin them.  “Do you see her, too, as an Enemy of Humanity?”  He simply drinks his wine.-

There is much a Servant can do in the face of an unjust Master.  The beloved prince charming back home mercilessly slaughtered his child Master back in his original land.  Though my  own visions are clouded by the Grail.  She need not make atrocities to find herself at the wrong end of a blade, with Berserkers.  But there are too many who would put themselves between a blade that would not even harm her, who would incinerate such offenders.  

… Even the strongest of Servants himself seems within the thrall of that charisma, for the son of a lilu and the craft of his gods to know love.

…

I believe you mistake my intention or my concern.  She is no Beast, though it is clear her other self fills in the gaps of her existence with the dregs we slaughter.  She is the one who cannot become “that.”  I cannot see that possibility through my Sha Naqba Imuru.  She is as cautious as you are.

It is not in her nature, simply, if just for her desires to have the planet itself declare her an enemy.  She fights for its will by default. If she tires of its existence, then the planet tires of humanity, and I, naturally, would side with her.  As would others, more often than not.  

It is merely handing the compounding personalities and identities that I worry about.  If you do not temper her correctly, surely, there is the risk of shattering as she reaches out without aim and resonates with whom or whatever.  I can tell she resonates with you, and I’ve heard tell even that infuriating Magus of Flowers has taken a similar policy to you to tag along to watch her.

But you are the one familiar with the scope and scale.  While I am the Wise King, wisdom comes from surrounding oneself with experts.  In a timeline where my consciousness could be consumed, not that would ever happen, I would easily dominate it as my own, I imagine.  

Her, though…?

Your answer would be sound, were we limited to the constraints of the rules that you know.

I’m well aware of my other daughter, the version of Memeko who took a different path. Were they ever to unite as I have with my other selves, the result would be fascinating. But I do not foresee that happening so long as they both still operate within those laws you’ve described.

The destruction of our physical vessels means nothing to us. Even were you to strike at us from Heaven’s door, the complete eradication of us would be difficult for any of you to achieve. But you speak of fighting for the will of the planet -- limiting yourself merely to that world. And you speak of her caution: that she would not break the “rule” that would result in her becoming a Revisionist. Or rather, she would not break the “rule” that would make her into her other self.

But who made such rules? 

Who creates such boundaries and laws, and what if they could be changed? Even the gods you’ve mentioned work within a framework that is older than they are. But suppose you could peek beyond that framework. Suppose you could change it, one thread at a time.

What does it mean to be an Enemy of Humanity if that very definition -- that category -- can be changed? 

What happens when your Master ceases to adhere to the laws of your world and makes them bend to her world?

[lordoverheaven]

saintquartzing​:

-He, too, is at ease in a sense.  Rather than just a contest for knowledge or a cup game of secrets, it’s easily familiar.  Almost to an expected degree.  As he speaks, he listens and takes time to drink.  Where he his younger self, he would probably just down the glass with little thought beyond the delight of consumption, but he takes his time.  Not like either of them, he speculates, can get drunk lest here’s some mythological loop hole.-

It’s getting hard to not see it, in all honesty.  And, I see it with you clearly. 

The more who are Summoned, who have life breathed into them, the more those webs of connection grow, the greater she is confirmed.  Unknowing of her experiment, she matches pace with you into a rabbit hole.  

She straddles the line of human, inhuman, and that unknowable as she sinks deeper.  Rather than your reflections and pieces, ones with direct compatibility, she does not discriminate–but both of you are covetous tyrants, do not make her into some holy woman of your era.  Assimilation with saviors and deviants, of those exiled and gasping out.  Exiles, lightbringers, sealed abominations, sacrifices, the sympathetically maligned, blank slates seeking purchase… 

“She gathers those as treasures, as you, Gilgamesh, gathered the world’s treasures,” you might say…?

-A pause, finishing his glass after a beat.-

Then, I suppose, this answers my true question–”Will this change how our mission goes?”  You have confidence in her success.  It’s simply growth, in other words, natural from your perspective…?

-Your speculations are wrong, Gilgamesh. If DIO is not at least moderately crunk at all times, there is something very wrong. But it’s hard to tell at this point.-

-He nods along when Gilgamesh expounds upon what he’s been told, generally getting the details correct. The slightly judgmental tone makes DIO almost grin, though. A holy woman... such a term makes him tense up, just a little, and he sets the glass of wine down after a long draught of it. He’s quiet for a few moments as he collects himself after that.-

Don’t be ridiculous. Such a concept does not even exist within my mind.

More important than whatever insignificant label of morality you could place upon her actions is simply the fact that she does grow. Each piece she incorporates into herself, every star, dead or alive, that she tethers herself to -- it confirms her own existence and spreads her influence further across all of existence. Her actions are as selfish as they may be saving. Surely she does not extend invitations to “save” anyone, as she does to gain companions and lovers, and soldiers in her army. In truth she may think too simplistically to consider it as anything more.

It is natural for my kin and myself to grow like this. We consume. We expand our influence. We become. That all other living things might consider such growth unnatural is not our problem.

We fashion the universe to suit our own desires. If your mission is a way for her to accomplish that, then it will succeed. If it is an obstacle in her selfish success, it will fail. As you are her Servant, there is not much you can do to stop her either way.

What, then, will you do if your own desires do not align with hers, I wonder?

Do you see her, too, as an Enemy of Humanity?

[lordoverheaven]

saintquartzing​:

Perhaps not by your definition, if it is so rigid!  Perspective, is important, you realize.  Of course, you’re not subservient to the modern perspective of “prayers and wishes” of a benevolent being.  The nature of the being you chose as your flesh is the opposite of sweet-and-tender, flanked by doe-eyed putto avatar of contrarian benevolence that has become prevalent in these centuries.

Not that gods of my time were better, per se, but there were no delusions.  You are of a delightfully modern mindset, and of the logic of the nonhuman.  

-A being essentially from the farthest reaches of the Age of Gods grasping through the most human of logic and desires, wrestling until he came to dominate the gods himself.  If designations mattered at this point, long ago, Gilgamesh imagines, he could have been classified as a threat to humanity–but he succeeded.  A god of men–not beholden to them in the way a god would think, but a god that climbed with human traits to shed them off.  And, in the end, apathetic to human life, but relatable in his fascination with progress.-

-Or he might just be projecting in that final regard, with his own experiences.-

I digress.  

I simply did not want to just dive in with a question without context.  And I do not wish to “beseech you for wisdom.”  As you disregard men, I disregard gods, but I can tell we both are fond of treasure and the cautionary procedures over our kingdoms.  That will make this a pleasant evening.

-He rolls the wine in its glass for a moment, watching the streak of its legs against the side.-

I inquire as to her nature.  While I am by no means that patchwork detective intrigued over shattering the bank of mysteries, I can see pieces and fragments of a larger picture.  

What I care about is the success of this mission.

You gave your blessing and made her your child.  But there is more, is there not, beyond amusing oddities?  To your nature, thus to a chosen child of yours.  Her presence has changed over the last few months as an influx of connections are placed onto her from connections in the Throne thought unreachable to our history.

I have an inkling of your connection to a few in our halls.  Maybe of what you see with her now that I can see this family of yours.

Is that so..? Perhaps I’ll get along more with some of those of your era, then. Indeed, I still have much to read about the ancient past. Perhaps you could regale me with tales of your history, while you’re here. That might be even sweeter than the wine.

-He leans back now, more comfortable with his guest now making himself at home, and goes to finish his current glass and grab a new one so he can get at that Mesopotamian stuff. He listens quietly, taking some time to admire the scent and color of his gift as he pours it for himself.-

So you’ve noticed it. It is as you say - that the more she expends her own energy in reaching out to entities beyond the physical realm, the more the very nature of that energy changes. She reaches out parts of her soul beyond their boundaries to make these connections. It is no wonder, therefore, that those parts change. This was the manner in which I expanded my own soul, reaching out to connect to my other selves across time and space. And as our energies intermixed, and we became of one substance, we both changed.

That seems to be happening to my daughter in a less straightforward way. I specifically sought out my own self. She seeks all manner of entities in the name of companionship. Pieces of those grasping desperately to their identities in dying realms look for something to tether themselves to, lest their soul be obliterated forever. As when I first came here, I sought my son, to whom I had a natural connection. Were I completely alone, and at the verge of extinction, perhaps I would have answered the first entity to reach out to me, too.

Those that cannot manifest fully to answer her call might yet grasp onto her in order to preserve themselves. 

[lordoverheaven]

saintquartzing​:

Nonsense, someone gifted with clairvoyance surely saw this.  What sort of humility is this, god of men?  I did not think my Master’s father would be as humorous as that!  

-And make himself at home, he does.  A second glass of wine is poured for him, and with a slight motion, he at least felt the good humor to share in something from his treasury.  He grasps the neck of the bottle as it looms over his shoulder, setting it down.-

Though, I am delighted at the hospitality, and as an equally perfect guest, I thus return perfect manners.  

-He leans back with that, taking his own seat and taking the wine, taking a moment to simply observe the other man.  He takes in his presence, his composure.  An utter inverse to his Master’s presence beyond something.-

Tell me your thoughts of wine from my treasury when you do sample–the penultimate task awaits your daughter, and I hear that she loves to have huge celebrations. 

Have you been interested in those affairs, god of men?  

-He smiles at Gilgamesh’s flattery and his amusement at such empty humility. The offered wine does make his eyebrows raise with interest -- few things were outside his reach as a god, but something kept stowed away in a treasury he might not have access to...  a new, novel thing has been offered as tribute, and he is pleased by it. This king is doing an excellent job of putting him in a good mood-.

DIO is fine. I am god of no man; I have no use for them. But I acknowledge your courtesy, and your gift -- I look forward to it.

I am, of course, interested in my daughter’s feats, and the trials that await her. I watch her, as I always do, to see how she stumbles, and how she triumphs. I have faith that it will be a triumph in the end; the question is only how much pain she endures along the way. 

But I suspect that you aren’t asking what you really wish to know. 

[lordoverheaven]

saintquartzing​:

-He’s fairly positive this might have gone worse if he wore his usual clothing?  Would this pesky peregrine have done whatever godawful magecraft it specializes in if it saw his feathery cape?  Maybe.  Thank god he had foresight to avoid that.-

Good evening.

-He plays it cool as the asshole convention convenes.  None of that happened.-

-Gilgamesh tries to play it cool, and he appreciates his moxie. With a lazy wave of his hand, Pet Shop ceases his harassment and flies dutifully to perch on the back of the daybed the god is sprawled upon. After a moment, DIO actually finds it worth sitting up somewhat to talk to his visitor, pouring a second glass of wine for him as courtesy.-

An unexpected guest. Such a pleasant surprise. Will you not make yourself at home?

[lordoverheaven]

saintquartzing replied to your post: (As you combat the Tumblr appeal system, it seems...

[Gilgamesh] -He’s presumably getting bird’d in some capacity en route for this audience.-

-He just watches in silence as this man attempts to approach him and proceeds to get harassed by a handsome hawk. Just gets fucking hassled. Just absolutely besieged by an asshole bird. Fortunately Pet Shop isn’t actually unleashing his full arsenal on Gilgamesh, just, you know. Trying to establish his dominance.-

-He continues to just wait for Gilgamesh to actually get into conversational distance. Sips his wine.-

[lordoverheaven]

(As you combat the Tumblr appeal system, it seems you have a visitor.)

-He might have been the one to break Tumblr in the first place. Who’s to say?-

-But he has a visitor. He might be interested, perhaps. Assuming said visitor can make it past the trials of Pet Shop.-

[lordoverheaven]

saniwabito‌:

-She laughs warmly, still looking down at her wine glass.-

No, no, don’t apologize.

I like that answer more than “I bought so much shit then brazenly partied.”  It makes me feel better about how I handle being like this.  Security and knowledge mean power and the means to accrue more means.  I don’t act like it, but I know that…  I mean, I’m sure you partied, how else would you be able to plausibly do a timeloop and get me, as well as mingle with people of power…

Seeing gilded images on television, romances in novels and knowing that it’s hot air, make up, filters, and creative lighting but still dreaming about it’s more fun.  hearing you confirm that… is nice?  

-She finally glances up at him.-

He said “try to be a little more arrogant” and you say that you “demanded it” when you had the opportunity.  Maybe that’s more of the mindset I should think of.

You lived, like, a hundred years between turning and ending up in Egypt.  He’s partially divine and lived over a hundred years himself.  I’m… kind of young for that eventual, inevitable divorce from “humanity.”

Mm...you don’t give yourself enough credit sometimes, Memeko. You are smarter than you think you are.

Indeed, I gave into indulgence when the opportunity arose. When I sought vessels from which to drink blood, I had no qualms drinking with them, seducing them, enjoying their bodies yielding to me, and then draining them of life. It was not merely for sustenance, but for my own enjoyment as well. And indeed, as the wealthy and powerful so indulge in excess, one most play along in their game to get ever closer to them. So as to make them ease their guard.

You are young. And you are naive. But you are not a fool.

Likewise...you needn’t comply with his wishes entirely.

You are his Master, after all, and my daughter. No matter how much he may be used to controlling others and forcing them to bend to his will, you ought not yield to him. Make him yield to you instead.

Not by brute force.

But by playing his game. And waiting for him to let down his guard. And letting your charisma seep into his consciousness like a slow-acting poison.

He will never even realize the moment you’ve gotten him under your foot.

[lordoverheaven]

saniwabito‌:

Yeah!  Like that!  That’s exactly!  I know there’s more to it than booking exclusive places–I just… It’s like you said.  Even with only Mom around?  We were fine.  Even with what the government gives me for everything–and things I happily write off as expenses, it’s… 

It’s not on the scale of liberally putting as much truffles into meals as the kitchen can stock rather than what your wallet can handle?

Pushing myself into all the sins and consequences of excess…  Defile and indulge…

-She looks down at her wine after taking another sip.-

Call it stereotypical… and call it sort of a silly indulgence Gilgamesh is going to allow, but I wanted?  

… What sort of evening would you have back in Egypt, I suppose?   As a vampire.  Like we are.  Any girl like me’d fantasize about that.  I figure it’s the same line of indulgences and sin…

...I imagine it would surprise you to tell you that I did not live a life of luxury then. Rather... as I was focused on gaining influence, and indulging my thirst for knowledge, I was content to live in abandoned churches, mosques, derelict libraries... Even when I was young and foolish, it was an abandoned castle that I used as my own, cobwebs and dust and crumbling stone walls and all. Rather like a stereotypical vampire, I suppose.

I traveled too often to gather much in the way of possessions, if you don’t include people. Much of what I saw as “luxury” I only knew from television, from magazines. I dreamed of it, and I was disgusted by it.

I demanded it when I had the opportunity. But then, I am a god.

What humans may think of as indulgence and sin, I think of as merely...nothing.

As it is nothing to take a life. As it is nothing to use others to whatever extent you need. As it is nothing to destroy that which humans revere. Imagine, destroying Michelangelo’s David, for example -- crushing it to dust -- and thinking nothing of it. As if it were merely an illusion that had disappeared.

Contempt.

That is the key to all of it, I believe.

Forgive me that I could not indulge your romantic fantasies. But then, fantasies are always a little prettier than reality.

[lordoverheaven]

saniwabito‌:

-She sips and, well, this is pretty much just evidence of what she meant by “grandiose thinking”–blood in wine?  Holy shit?  She has to keep from just downing it.  But the invitation to settle on the day bed is taken, though a bit reserved and stiff as her thumb rolls against the stem of the wine glass.-

-She prefers sweeter wines, and with blood, it’s perfect.-

Thank you…

Well, I’m not unworthy–if he came to be summoned, he of all people wouldn’t waste his time.  We have an interesting dynamic, I suppose–he’s intimidating, but… I wouldn’t ask for advice on handle one of my own guys, that’d be a waste of time…

… No, this more living like this.  Finery?  I just booked, like, a hotel room over a million dollars for him…  One night was worth more than my college education… I had to ask Giorno to put the call in for me since he’s got the connections to be taken seriously…

So, it’s that you don’t know how to appease him with luxury...is it.

......Hmm. You’ve neither had the brutal beginnings that would make you lust for luxury, nor were you born into such high society that you know nothing else. As such, despite your position and your wealth, you live a fairly simple life. There is nothing wrong with that, per se...

I suppose you must start with being libertine. It sounds to me like you must push yourself into the unknown and delve into all of the sins and consequences of excess. 

Luxury is about waste. You buy things you do not need. You consume gold-leafed wagyu beef knowing the gold does nothing for taste or health, but simply because you can. You frivolously waste natural resources simply because you can afford it. You sin. You defile. You indulge. 

It is disgusting.

And it is meaningless.

And yet it is so utterly enjoyable.

[lordoverheaven]

saniwabito‌:

-”Family”?  That seems to make her brows raise,and it’s definitely something that makes her a bit more open.-

-She settles down with him–she’s also noting the kind of wine, since, well, that plays into this.  She accepts the wine.-

To spend time, and I guess get to know you.

And partially for some advice?  No big, huge favors or demanding anything other than getting to listen to you.

… The situation is that I’ve been asked out by a Servant and he has a similar bearing to you.  I’m not used to thinking in grandiose scale things like you or Giorno…

-It ought to be worth noting that there is in fact blood mixed in with that wine. As should be expected from him, one supposes. But it’s a strangely sweet wine, maybe uncharacteristically so for him, as he usually prefers drier reds.-

-He reclines, and leaves more than enough space on the daybed for her to follow suit, if she so desires.-

Indeed? How kind of you to think of me, then. You know well that I am always listening to your prayers, but to have you here in person...I am pleased.

What bothers you about this situation? Does he intimidate you? Or do you simply feel you are unworthy of him?

[lordoverheaven]

saniwabito‌:

-Warm welcome?  She’s kind of surprised at it, but she’s definitely not going to turn it down when she enters.-

Thank you for having me?  I wanted to say hi–maybe talk a little bit after visiting Giorno some?  

And if you don’t mind sharing wine…  I’ll have a glass.

What makes you think I’d mind? You are family, after all. 

-He takes whatever bottle is nearest him, such things being ever present in his vicinity, and a glass which hadn’t been used until now, but accompanied the one he already had beside him. Perhaps he wasn’t being entirely truthful when he said he wasn’t expecting her.-

-Nevertheless, he pours the wine, and extends the glass to her in offering.-

Sit. Drink. 

Is it all that you desired, simply to spend time with me? Tell me what is on your mind, Memeko.

[lordoverheaven]

saniwabito replied to your post: -God damn has he been feeling lazy lately.-

-Here she is, coming in to his chambers, as directed by Giorno a few minutes ago.-

Oh..? 

Well, now...I wasn’t expecting a visit from you. Come, come. Sit and have a glass of wine. It’s a pleasure to have you.

[lordoverheaven]

-God damn has he been feeling lazy lately.-

[lordoverheaven]

notasfortuna:

Of course I have faith in you, idiot. I know a worm like him can’t kill someone like you.

But I…

…

It would be different if I was able to kill him…

You phrase it wrong. It isn’t that he cannot kill me. No one can. 

But he has a certain pluck to him that makes him oddly resistant to death as well...

In any case, rest your troubled mind. You’ll get nowhere killing for the sake of killing; it’s a waste of blood. Turn your eyes towards higher pursuits.

You’re above it all, Ronnie.