Bien sûr! And why wouldn't they? We can all appreciate a fine performance, but not everyone among us is fit to play the role.
[Lobelia has no interest in getting caught — how would he continue his work if he did? — but being brought to a place where murder is the goal is a novel experience. Shouldn't he capitalize on it?]
What will you do, monsieur Wuxian? Will you play along or observe from the crowd?
So you're known for being problématique? Haha! How delightful. I only wish I could say the same, but my happiness isn't one I can share with the world.
[His shamelessness earns points in Lobelia's book! Everyone should feel free to be proud of themselves for who they are... Everyone but Merlin. Fuck that guy in particular.]
Oui, and I am, of course! I have much to be proud of, but if I were to openly boast, those who wish to stand in the way of my happiness would come crawling out of the woodwork.
[ He does, actually… but he sighs and shakes his head instead of pressing. ]
Your happiness is killing people, obviously. Do you use your audiomancy to do it? You must involve it in some way, if you went through the trouble to create it.
An astute observation, Wuxian. I created audiomancy as a means to pursue my happiness. Maman and Papa insisted that I seek it out at all costs, after all.
[And if he never learns the true meaning of happiness, he's more than ready to die trying.]
With a snap of my fingers, I can twist bodies into mincemeat and strip flesh from bone! Aah... Just imaging it has me tremblement! Nothing makes me happier than hearing the sounds of destruction!
[ As much as he loathes to admit it, Wei Wuxian has delighted in similar horrors. Scaring someone to death as a look of horror is frozen onto their face for the rest of time, forcing them to eat their own words by shoving a chair leg down their throat, clawing at the flesh on their own legs and going so mad with hunger that they eat it, unable to stop themselves.
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Revenge is twisted and sickening, but it is oh so very sweet.
[Please, don't mind the laughter— he's simply amused that Wei Wuxian honed in on the correct conclusion as quickly as he did. There's no shame in admitting it— not with Lobelia.]
Naturellement! I keep a record of every life I snuff out within the conques I carry. Every scream, every cry, every splintering bone! Magnifique, wouldn't you agree?
[That's a silly question, his tone seems to suggest before letting loose a wistful sigh.]
Ah, but I was sadly robbed of my beloved archive when I woke up in this place. I can no longer listen to my late Papa and Maman as I so loved to do. La tragédie!
[ ...Was there something that triggered the killing of his own parents? Wei Wuxian can't help but wonder, but he decides that he doesn't want to find out right now. ]
Well, we all have to leave the nest one day. Consider this your first foray into the real world.
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[Lobelia has no interest in getting caught — how would he continue his work if he did? — but being brought to a place where murder is the goal is a novel experience. Shouldn't he capitalize on it?]
What will you do, monsieur Wuxian? Will you play along or observe from the crowd?
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I have no reason to kill anyone here.
[ He’s not committing to an answer. ]
And you?
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[So, when given that noncommittal answer, he'll humor WWX and give him just the same in return. It's only fair.]
I will do what must be done in the pursuit of happiness, just as we all will.
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[ That’s what he got out of that answer. ]
Anyway, I don’t like being told what to do. If someone tells me to kill, why would I want to listen to them?
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[His needs are simple! There's really no need to question them.]
Do you not suspect our captors will force your hand if you don't comply?
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Especially when that question earns a laugh from him. ]
I’d like to see those bastards try!
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No doubt they will! It seems they've made a mistake in bringing you here, Wuxian! Haha!
[But surely not as big a mistake as bringing Lobelia here, but at least he might comply once he has a proper idea of what the "rules" in place are.]
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[ He grins, the sort grin that invites trouble to find him so he can deal with it. ]
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[ He doesn't mind his reputation, though. Who cares what other people think? ]
Why not? Shouldn't you be proud of your happiness?
[ Wei Wuxian has an inkling, but he may as well ask, right? ]
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Oui, and I am, of course! I have much to be proud of, but if I were to openly boast, those who wish to stand in the way of my happiness would come crawling out of the woodwork.
[Can't have any do-gooders getting in his way.]
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Why is that?
[ He's clearly needling Lobelia now, growing tired of being vague. It's only fun if Wei Wuxian himself does it. ]
Ah, you're so vague, it hurts...
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[What does WWX want him to do? Come out and confess that he's a no good stinky criminal? He's more or less done that already.]
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Your happiness is killing people, obviously. Do you use your audiomancy to do it? You must involve it in some way, if you went through the trouble to create it.
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[And if he never learns the true meaning of happiness, he's more than ready to die trying.]
With a snap of my fingers, I can twist bodies into mincemeat and strip flesh from bone! Aah... Just imaging it has me tremblement! Nothing makes me happier than hearing the sounds of destruction!
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Revenge is twisted and sickening, but it is oh so very sweet.
And just like that… it clicks. ]
You record those sounds, don’t you?
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[Please, don't mind the laughter— he's simply amused that Wei Wuxian honed in on the correct conclusion as quickly as he did. There's no shame in admitting it— not with Lobelia.]
Naturellement! I keep a record of every life I snuff out within the conques I carry. Every scream, every cry, every splintering bone! Magnifique, wouldn't you agree?
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Do you listen to those sounds back often?
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[That's a silly question, his tone seems to suggest before letting loose a wistful sigh.]
Ah, but I was sadly robbed of my beloved archive when I woke up in this place. I can no longer listen to my late Papa and Maman as I so loved to do. La tragédie!
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So you killed them too?
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[A round of applause for Wei Wuxian!]
I'm homesick, you might say. I yearn for the cries of Maman and Papa, but alas, I must go without.
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Well, we all have to leave the nest one day. Consider this your first foray into the real world.
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[And intriguing, he supposes, but he'll see what future conversations with Wei Wuxian hold.]
Until then, friend.
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