Of course it matters! That peace is a lie! Those smiles- they aren't yours to have! He and I are building real happiness together- out of your shadow for good!
Lemme go! Lemme see Simon!
[ better do something, that hair ribbon's starting to look a little frayed ]
"Together"? Those so-called bonds are the real lie. Simon Blackquill is enough proof of that. I feel nothing for him, but he is happy being with me. People don't really need each other at all, they only delude themselves into thinking they do.
In any case, you'll see him soon.
[He's still holding her hand. And now he's pulling two of her fingers out to splay against the table.]
[ not really struggling, not now. her eyes are growing a bit dull, moving slowly between his face and the table that is quickly being covered in her own blood ]
[ Oh she's trying not to, but when the first fat, warm drop falls from the table onto her skirt, she shudders, whimpers, and finally slumps to the side ]
[Good, that saves him the trouble of beating her unconscious again.]
[Epilogue: He buys BLACK PSYCHE LOCKS for the later part of the game and up to the point she wakes up from this. After putting her ribbon and tie back on her, he moves her somewhere else in the theater and cleans up the evidence in that room, and pays for a healing on that inconvenient new stab wound. Then he goes to do laundry. Busy day for The Phantom.]
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Remember something. Send it to me. I don't care what it's about.
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[ CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR MR. PHANTOM ]
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.......................
[He needs a moment to process this...]
[Meanwhile, there's that echo of fear and objective reward pleasure again. The fear hasn't broken free exactly, but it's there.]
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See something you didn't like?
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...So what? That's never going to happen now.
[Still shaken. Just give him a moment longer.]
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So you know there's no point to this! There's no point from running from your fear any more! Untie me! We've already seen your true face!
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My face...
......No, I couldn't see it... my face... my FACE!
[Er. Hang on, he's pulling himself together now. There's no sniper or judge here. Keep it cool, Phantom.]
You won't see that memory for much longer. Maybe I'll forget it, too. I've forgotten many things already.
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I don't have many left, but I have to give you one as the other part of my payment.
[Grabs her hand again!]
[It's surprisingly sappy.]
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S-stop! Stop it! Don't touch Simon. You-
[ she's thrashing again, finally now without any aim ]
You have no right to comfort him! Those tears are a sign of the suffering you've caused! You don't even have the right to see them!
[ which is to say she's tearing up herself a bit ]
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[Oh. That memory. Well okay, whatever.]
Does it matter? Blackquill has become much more peaceful thanks to Fool Bright's attention. He doesn't cry as much anymore. He even smiles more.
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Lemme go! Lemme see Simon!
[ better do something, that hair ribbon's starting to look a little frayed ]
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"Together"? Those so-called bonds are the real lie. Simon Blackquill is enough proof of that. I feel nothing for him, but he is happy being with me. People don't really need each other at all, they only delude themselves into thinking they do.
In any case, you'll see him soon.
[He's still holding her hand. And now he's pulling two of her fingers out to splay against the table.]
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Just one more payment. Once I cash it in, you're free to go.
[Not even bothering to explain now, he rests the business end of the kitchen knife over those fingers, and picks up a kitchen mallet.]
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[Giving no sign of having heard her, he whacks the back of the knife hard, driving it cleanly through her fingers and into the table.]
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that's a lot of screaming then. ]
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[Waits, watching impassively.]
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Stop... stop it... Simon... Simon, stop...
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It's already over.
[Still waiting to see if she's going to pass out.]
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[ Oh she's trying not to, but when the first fat, warm drop falls from the table onto her skirt, she shudders, whimpers, and finally slumps to the side ]
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[Good, that saves him the trouble of beating her unconscious again.]
[Epilogue: He buys BLACK PSYCHE LOCKS for the later part of the game and up to the point she wakes up from this. After putting her ribbon and tie back on her, he moves her somewhere else in the theater and cleans up the evidence in that room, and pays for a healing on that inconvenient new stab wound. Then he goes to do laundry. Busy day for The Phantom.]