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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[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!!]