imbicilite. // lefou.:
WHY— WHY WAS SHE HELPING HIM? Didn’t she know he deserved to suffer, or be locked up? Didn’t she know he was crazy and violent and a danger to himself and others? Why HELP someone like that? He couldn’t comprehend it–
BUT HE’D TRUST HER. HE OWED her that much, after all he’d done to her and her family. “O-okay– I’ll… I’ll come with you, Mademoiselle.”
she waited patiently to see what he’d say to her request. she knew it might be just a little too much for him all at once but she was willing to take as long as he needed before they went anywhere or did anything. when he did finally agree to return to the Castle with her, she smiled softly and gave a small nod of her head, pleased to hear it. she would do everything in her power to help him be comfortable.
『 ❝ good. it’ll be okay. you’ll see. I have so much to show you. but is there anything you’d like first? ❞ 』














