lorenzo
“Mmm well if I recall correctly most novels involving utopias typically don’t end well. Or we’re show the cold hard truth that there truly is no such thing as a utopia, there’s always a flaw.” Not that he had any complaints about Covaire, there was a reason his main home was here and not back in Italy.
He chuckled and nodded in agreement. “Yes I suppose you would be correct. There seem to be some who enjoy their status and make the most of it. Although I’ve noticed when I go that those are far outweighed by those crying and hiding in a corner or screaming and threatening violence.” He tended to ignore those ones, unless he had his own anger he needed to vent. With those types he knows he would break them easily and barely blink at the cost he would pay for a dead prisoner.
“ They all have their perks. ” she offers. She didn’t mind those that enjoyed their role, that made the best out of it, but she didn’t mind those that were terrified to begin with either—- the kind that threatened violence was... amusing. She enjoyed breaking those the most. “ Do you have a peference? ” she questions, watching “ What type of prisoner is your favourite? ”
“ It’s worst I presume, ” and that’s a fair guess “ For those who don’t know the supernatural exists, they’re quite entertaining. The horror on their faces when they realize all myths are true...? One would asume that they are more observent, out in the real world and notice the signs that some so clearly display, but no—- they’re blind. ”