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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2016 2:31 pm
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Thorne turns his head to look at Renard. The information should catch him off guard, like a punch he wasn't expecting. But after a moment, he only hums and exhales sharply, his eyes half-lidded.
"I imagine you still approve of it," Thorne says. "As much as I hate to acknowledge the additions he made, he brought out what I was lacking to see. What it needed to breathe." He pauses, considers, and looks at Renard. "If you have made a noble of Melany, does that mean I must refer to you as Lord now?"
He pauses again and turns his head, examining the empty halls around them.
"He died," Thorne says. "No. That's not quite right. I murdered him. I wanted to live."
It was a confession he recited in his head every night. He looked at Renard.
"I wanted to be free. Isn't that what you want too?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2016 7:34 pm
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"Am I still allowed to call you by your name, then?" Thorne retorted, dryly, and looked over at the other man, his eyes narrowed. "Is that why the weather has decided to mutiny? Are we closer to your freedom now than we were before?"
He paused, turning fully to examine the man. His eyes were shielded, cutting and sharp. He worked at words, wondered, tried to form them in the hollow of his throat.
"Was this what you intended? The cycles? Everything?" He tilted his head. "Noeh told me Melany and I once co-existed peacefully, and even now it's still difficult to swallow. How much have we changed, since then? How different are we from what you knew?"
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