Suffering Teaches Joy

What is Forgiveness?

{—-✗-} It isn’t hard to locate her, nor is it hard to go get Milion, so that you can have him accompany you. At least between the two of you, she can’t hurt both of you.

{[—- - “Don’t look so nervous, Monsieur.” - —-]} {[—- - “There’s two of us, and only one of her. Nothing will happen.” - —-]}

The short trip there is uneventful, but fairly quick. Ah, there she is.

You look her over, releasing Milion’s hand as you slowly approach to greet her. {[—- - “Bonjour, Mademoiselle. I trust you’ve met Milion?” - —-]}

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Don’t look so nervous? Easier said than done. Nevertheless, Milion nodded in the affirmative and did his best to smile, the tension in his shoulders relaxing ever-so-slightly. After all, he’d already covered Dealer in an Aegis, so the Vader wouldn’t be getting her poison all over him any time soon, and he was confident he could take her in a fight if it came to blows. So, really, nothing to worry about. Really.

Well, nothing to worry about or not, Milion’s back still went rigid the moment he saw Vader, and his breath stuttered when Dealer let go of his hand and walked over to her. He kept his distance, though. He promised he’d be good.

“ Ah, yeah…we’ve met twice before, actually. The firs’ time was through Immanuel’s eyes, an’ the second one could’ve gone better, so hello for the third time, Vader.” Milion locked all four eyes with her face for a long moment before breaking his gaze and focusing his attention on smoothing out the wrinkles in his long denim skirt and white blouse.

He’d be good. He’d be good. He’d be good.

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Her head turned to follow Dealer’s movements. He was slow and deliberate; very anxious. She was glad for her flat features, hiding the small thrill down her back when Milion was visibly shaken so perfectly. His fear was delicious.

Her hair fluttered about her, as though she were underwater. It was likely unsettling. Good.

Welcome. She answered them simply. Her arms were wrapped around her waist before clasping in back, a show of good faith of tucking away her more powerful weapons. Would you care for some refreshments?

What is Forgiveness?

She wasn’t sure, to be honest. The idea of the man whose manhood she removed willing to speak with her, to see her in person and actually have a somewhat positive relationship was mind-boggling. What positivity could he get from that? She raped him, and cut off his cock. There was no coming back from that. And yet, there he was, willing to interact. It just didn’t make sense.

She turned her attention back to contacting him on the small device within her arms. There is a bleak and empty world, devoid of all inhabitants but for Sucre and the Judge. It is not purified, but neither is my love here. It is empty. Meet me in Zone 0.

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I am free whenever, actually. Name a date and a place, and I’ll be sure to let you know if things come up.

Ah, perhaps... Tomorrow. At the sun’s zenith. Have you a file to meet in?

I suppose you’ll be left lacking, then. But I can only leave you to stew on things.

Perhaps in time we can, ah, meet up somewhere. Neither of our files, however.

Oh, of course not either of our files. Immanuel is in yours and mine is... busy. Let me know a time that you are free. We can meet up, perhaps.

Just know that it is not too late.

As one of the King’s texts have taught me,

“…Therefore all things whatsoever ye would that men should do. to you, do ye even so to them: for this is the law and the prophets.” That is, act unto others as you would like them to act towards you. This being said, if I wished for you to help me with something, I would attempt to help you with something. Fair is fair, and thus forth.

... I see.

I expect a dagger in my back at some point then. Or perhaps an attempt to sew closed that which should be open. But until then, I suppose I can... try.

Nothing, as of yet. But why only come together for a project?

My King has taught me that a lot of things are worthy of forgiveness. To forgive, but not to forget. Like I said— should you decide to leave Immanuel and all of his iterations alone, then there is nothing to be hostile over between us. Would you not rather have enemies? Or friends, with the same abilities, that hold a mutual respect. That being said, I’m not saying that I trust you. Regardless of your decision, you will still be locked from my file, but that does not mean we cannot be friends.

......

Forgiveness. It is such an ethereal prospect.

We shall see. Let us try and see whether it is actually beneficial.

Unlike you, I actually possess a value known as “compassion”, which is why I saved Immanuel when I escaped. And also why I have forgiven him for falling into temptation.

Given our semi mutual knowledge of code, I’d think we’d be better off if we worked together. You could’ve been much more than an delusional sadist.

We could have been friends.

#TheFortuneTicketDealer #What is your game little man?

There it is-- there’s the information I looked for. What have we to work together on? Why would you be friends with me? I all but destroyed precious little Immanuel, so much so that he is surely hiding his face right now, and yet, here you are, speaking to me and making offers of mutual benefit.

Oh lord

I already have what I want, ahaha! Immanuel was the prize, and I have him. What more could I want? Sorry, Mademoiselle, but you have nothing of worth. More to the point, you’re the one who came crawling back to me with sweet words and soft tones.

So you say, but you have admitted that you do not block me yet, and allow interaction still. There is a purpose there, whether you admit it or not.

Oh, no.

If I desired to ignore your contact, rest assured that it would never reach me. I suppose I just do not have the heart to block your sorry ass.

Or you hope to gain something from our interaction. Tell me, sweetling. What is it you desire that I have?

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I suppose we are at an impasse, then.

Very well. I suppose I’ll only continue to lock you out of files, one by one until there’s nowhere left to go.

Yes, I suppose you will. Though clearly it isn’t working well enough if I am able to message you.

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Rest, recover, retaliate.

But, since I am the bigger man, I’ve considered letting you off the hook on the grounds that you never bother Immanuel again. Or any other Batter you might come across.

Aha... And revenge too, perhaps. I shall do as I please, regardless of your little plans.

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Actually, I’ve only had sex twice after your inopportune surgery.

Once, with Immanuel, and the other with my own husband. I’m not sure what you’re getting at, but frankly, my dear, you’re just bitter.

You have much more bite this time. I’m surprised. What has filled your time so?

Just because you’re a whore for attention doesn’t mean that I am.

Unlike you, I can bear others desiring their space.

Ah, I suppose you may be right. I do quite like attention. But at least I don’t spread my legs for anybody that walks by. It must be a sad little life for a man without his manhood.

Honestly? I could ask you the same.

But I also don’t care. Personally, I like to consider myself a loving wife, father and boyfriend. Which is infinitely more than you can attest to, anyway. Since you didn’t seem to get the message prior: Go fuck yourself.

Boyfriend... Isn’t that the word you use for Immanuel? I would imagine that the boyfriend ought to actually be around and interacting with you to still count.

I suppose you’d be speaking from personal experience then. Perhaps if you weren’t such a cunt, you’d have more people that enjoyed your presence.

Sweetling, your words are weak and your insults base. Come now... surely there is more to you than this driveling vitriol.