[He also issues this as naturally as any fact. This is a certainty in his mind. So, it's a bit paradoxical to him. He knows Lobelia knows that.]
[That's the madness of the man. His logic left him a long time ago, lost in his beloved, horrific obsession of sound. Then again, isn't he mad, too? Mad for standing here, mad for engaging in this, mad for giving Lobelia things like his body and soul on a silver platter? He doesn't want Lobelia to follow. (Does he want him to follow...? He is a guide, a shade of a guide, he must show the way....)]
[He continues to stare, lips pulled back in a tight scowl.]
Where will be your eternity then once that happens? Tell me that.
[That anger truly is the gift that keeps on giving. Lobelia smiles, head innocently tipped to one side, and takes his time to appraise Vergilius' anger. That sneer, teeth gritted and poised to tear flesh from bone, and oh, how Lobelia wishes he would rend him where he stands.]
Where yours is, Vergilius. We're bound for the same place, you and I, and that much was true even before we met.
[Men who live only to destroy have no place among the clouds. When they burn eternally for their sins, they'll be burning together.]
You know... The longer you linger here, simmering in your furie, the fewer excuses I can make for our union. Facts are immutable things, so rather than fight it, why don't you take some time away to let it soak in? Relax!
[He'll kindly let Vergilius go for now, but oh, he'll be back for him. If anything is certain, it's that Lobelia will return for what is his.]
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[He also issues this as naturally as any fact. This is a certainty in his mind. So, it's a bit paradoxical to him. He knows Lobelia knows that.]
[That's the madness of the man. His logic left him a long time ago, lost in his beloved, horrific obsession of sound. Then again, isn't he mad, too? Mad for standing here, mad for engaging in this, mad for giving Lobelia things like his body and soul on a silver platter? He doesn't want Lobelia to follow. (Does he want him to follow...? He is a guide, a shade of a guide, he must show the way....)]
[He continues to stare, lips pulled back in a tight scowl.]
Where will be your eternity then once that happens? Tell me that.
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Where yours is, Vergilius. We're bound for the same place, you and I, and that much was true even before we met.
[Men who live only to destroy have no place among the clouds. When they burn eternally for their sins, they'll be burning together.]
You know... The longer you linger here, simmering in your furie, the fewer excuses I can make for our union. Facts are immutable things, so rather than fight it, why don't you take some time away to let it soak in? Relax!
[He'll kindly let Vergilius go for now, but oh, he'll be back for him. If anything is certain, it's that Lobelia will return for what is his.]