[So very final and so very sad... It's not the conclusion he was hoping Vergilius would come to, but the one he expected. Still, there isn't an ounce of judgment in Lobelia's voice, nor any pity.]
Then why go on living? If you truly see no value in yourself, what reason do you have to persist? Don't tell me it's for the sake of others.
My friend, I fear you may already be in l'enfer. You're living it.
[Going through each day bound in shackles, suffering through the tumult of day to day life as a weapon meant for nothing but destruction... If only Vergilius could see the value in that, then he might just know happiness as Lobelia does.]
That's why you would be better served casting off your shackles and living as a free man while you still draw breath. Know paix in this life until you are nothing more than a withered husk! You are alive, so why do you refuse to live?
I see... So you caught a glimpse of salvation and looked the other way. In that regard, we're contraires.
[Vergilius must've never believed himself worthy of happiness, unlike Lobelia who has believed himself more worthy of it than anyone else. Still, an ill feeling settles in his heart, but it's brief and fleetingโ something like jealousy, he supposes, not paying it much mind.]
[Really now, if delusion can lead to true happiness, is that not enough? Perhaps Vergilus' standards are simply unrealistic.]
I am just as hellbound as you, but while I still draw breath, I'm going to live my life to the fullest. "Anyone and everyone has the right to be happy." I simply try to abide by my credo.
[But there's something other than the usual childish mirth in Lobelia's voice, something like frustration. Just the barest hint of it.]
You wouldn't know anyway, would you? The difference between happiness and delusion, that is.
[That would take an understanding of what happiness truly is. Lobelia wants to believe Vergilius is just as unable to understand the true nature of happiness as himself.]
I know what happiness is. I had it in my hands. Like a jewel.
[And now there's something almost a little...smug, in a sense. Not arrogance, but something like one would expect of a self-assured guide who knows the way in a dark forest.]
[What folly you are.]
Oh shade of a man, will you scrabble at me for a mere taste of it?
[Like a jewel, he says. Like something real, tangible, in all the ways Lobelia has never known happiness to be. He'd liken his happiness more to a migratory bird, beautiful and fleeting, but nothing so grand and solid as a shining jewel.
If he didn't know any better, he'd say Vergilius was taunting him... but Vergilius wouldn't do that, would he? No, just this once, he'll be given the benefit of the doubt. Lobelia laughs off his insult. What does this man know that he doesn't?]
There's a saying where I come from: On reconnaรฎt le bonheur au bruit qu'il fait en claquant la porte. In other words, you don't know happiness until you've lost it. Therefore, shouldn't I pity you?
[That attitude doesn't drain, because it almost feels like he's gotten a foot up on something - like a knight, using a foot to trod on the tail of a dragon. There's something relaxed in his words, somehow, even as exhausted as they are.]
I was going to ask you the same thing. Shouldn't I pity you?
[So this is the consequence of fucking around and finding out. Unpleasant, to say the least, but Lobelia isn't going to desperately scrabble to escape like a cornered rat. No, if anything, all Vergilius has achieved is guaranteeing he won't be rid of Lobelia any time soon.]
You know... I've never fancied myself a thief, but I'm considering a change in vocation.
[Vergilus has something he wants more than anything, after allโ rather, he had it, but whatever traces of happiness remain within Vergilius are incentive enough for Lobelia to pick him apart in search of them.]
Au contraire, you should be happy for me! After all, it may be true that I've lost my footing of late, but you've done me a service by setting me back on the right path. What a kind man you are!
Think nothing of it, Vergilius! Your cares are your own, as are mine. I simply need to thank you for illuminating the path forward.
[That momentary jealousy, that flash of anger... it all dissipates under the saccharine sweetness of the taste of happiness Vergilius has granted him. Tearing what remains of that happiness out of him should bring him nothing but the finest pleasure.]
We'll meet it again whether you like it or not! Take care not to fall to anyone else's hand until then!
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[It feels like a finality of a statement. Like as much as fact as two plus two always equaling four.]
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Then why go on living? If you truly see no value in yourself, what reason do you have to persist? Don't tell me it's for the sake of others.
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[As simple as that.]
Dots become lines. Lines lead to possibility.
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[Going through each day bound in shackles, suffering through the tumult of day to day life as a weapon meant for nothing but destruction... If only Vergilius could see the value in that, then he might just know happiness as Lobelia does.]
That's why you would be better served casting off your shackles and living as a free man while you still draw breath. Know paix in this life until you are nothing more than a withered husk! You are alive, so why do you refuse to live?
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[His voice is gruff as he speaks, as if the idea of that scene leaves a bad taste on his mouth.]
I admit, I saw her point. It was tempting. But I decided that my path would never go that way. So I left it behind.
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[Vergilius must've never believed himself worthy of happiness, unlike Lobelia who has believed himself more worthy of it than anyone else. Still, an ill feeling settles in his heart, but it's brief and fleetingโ something like jealousy, he supposes, not paying it much mind.]
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[He sounds firm in that. He knows what that would've brought him.]
You think you'll get salvation, Lobelia?
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[Really now, if delusion can lead to true happiness, is that not enough? Perhaps Vergilus' standards are simply unrealistic.]
I am just as hellbound as you, but while I still draw breath, I'm going to live my life to the fullest. "Anyone and everyone has the right to be happy." I simply try to abide by my credo.
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[It doesn't sound like happiness.]
Sounds like delusion to me.
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[But there's something other than the usual childish mirth in Lobelia's voice, something like frustration. Just the barest hint of it.]
You wouldn't know anyway, would you? The difference between happiness and delusion, that is.
[That would take an understanding of what happiness truly is. Lobelia wants to believe Vergilius is just as unable to understand the true nature of happiness as himself.]
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[And now there's something almost a little...smug, in a sense. Not arrogance, but something like one would expect of a self-assured guide who knows the way in a dark forest.]
[What folly you are.]
Oh shade of a man, will you scrabble at me for a mere taste of it?
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If he didn't know any better, he'd say Vergilius was taunting him... but Vergilius wouldn't do that, would he? No, just this once, he'll be given the benefit of the doubt. Lobelia laughs off his insult. What does this man know that he doesn't?]
There's a saying where I come from: On reconnaรฎt le bonheur au bruit qu'il fait en claquant la porte. In other words, you don't know happiness until you've lost it. Therefore, shouldn't I pity you?
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[That attitude doesn't drain, because it almost feels like he's gotten a foot up on something - like a knight, using a foot to trod on the tail of a dragon. There's something relaxed in his words, somehow, even as exhausted as they are.]
I was going to ask you the same thing. Shouldn't I pity you?
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You know... I've never fancied myself a thief, but I'm considering a change in vocation.
[Vergilus has something he wants more than anything, after allโ rather, he had it, but whatever traces of happiness remain within Vergilius are incentive enough for Lobelia to pick him apart in search of them.]
Au contraire, you should be happy for me! After all, it may be true that I've lost my footing of late, but you've done me a service by setting me back on the right path. What a kind man you are!
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[Whatever psychological wounds he made are clearly not his problem anymore. He's petty, will continue to be petty, and will be petty forever.]
Anyways, I'll be blunt. I don't care. Whatever path you want to go down, leave me out of it.
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[That momentary jealousy, that flash of anger... it all dissipates under the saccharine sweetness of the taste of happiness Vergilius has granted him. Tearing what remains of that happiness out of him should bring him nothing but the finest pleasure.]
We'll meet it again whether you like it or not! Take care not to fall to anyone else's hand until then!
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[binch]
[But anyways, he's moving to shift his hand back, before tossing the conch far, far away towards the direction of the ocean.]
[Enjoy the sound of water, loser!!]