[Susan seems to take a few moments to think before rejoining with a bright smile. She stands as she does so, facing first Edward, then Spain, in turns.]
Very altruistic of you. Let me see now... When was the last time you invited anyone over for drinks? Never? I think it was never. Let's not even get into the last time you did anything even remotely altruistic.
And, as for you, please accept my compliments on broadening my world-view. My opinion of human stupidity is so much satisfactorily lower now. Are you deaf? Perhaps you're an imbecile? Did you honestly walk into such an obvious trap in the process of setting your own?
Don't either of you move. I will reap both of your souls personally, painfully, and exceedingly slowly as soon as the town is finished parading us through these damned charades, and I may very possibly take great pleasure in it. Did Edward mention that when he talked so much about me? I'm rather fond of the idea of eternal damnation, in hindsight, and it's beginning to look attractive about now.
[Susan Sto Helit, mostly human, partly immortal anthropomorphic. And yet it is not so different from Susan Sto Helit, fully human. Her voice carries with it eerie shades of her Grandfather's implacable tones that vibrated through the soul; every schoolteacher, maternal provider, and sisterly figure is channeled through that voice, and every last one is Deeply and Severely Disappointed in You. The power of command came not with the genetics; no, this power belonged entirely and exclusively to Susan Sto Helit, Eternal Governess.
There was an aura of furious energy that made one instinctively want to Go to His Room or at least Time Out in the Corner. There was a sense that somehow, the world was so much less. This woman, chillingly angry, was the foreground, and everything else, furniture, people, walls, even your own thoughts, faded straight into the background.
Listen To Me, spoke that voice.
I'm Not Asking Twice.]
This is where we stand. Before we skip to the part where we begin attempting to murder each other, let's at least make a vague attempt to be civilized adults. Please, let's. Blood is a nightmare to wash out of carpeting.
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[Susan seems to take a few moments to think before rejoining with a bright smile. She stands as she does so, facing first Edward, then Spain, in turns.]
Very altruistic of you. Let me see now... When was the last time you invited anyone over for drinks? Never? I think it was never. Let's not even get into the last time you did anything even remotely altruistic.
And, as for you, please accept my compliments on broadening my world-view. My opinion of human stupidity is so much satisfactorily lower now. Are you deaf? Perhaps you're an imbecile? Did you honestly walk into such an obvious trap in the process of setting your own?
Don't either of you move. I will reap both of your souls personally, painfully, and exceedingly slowly as soon as the town is finished parading us through these damned charades, and I may very possibly take great pleasure in it. Did Edward mention that when he talked so much about me? I'm rather fond of the idea of eternal damnation, in hindsight, and it's beginning to look attractive about now.
[Susan Sto Helit, mostly human, partly immortal anthropomorphic. And yet it is not so different from Susan Sto Helit, fully human. Her voice carries with it eerie shades of her Grandfather's implacable tones that vibrated through the soul; every schoolteacher, maternal provider, and sisterly figure is channeled through that voice, and every last one is Deeply and Severely Disappointed in You. The power of command came not with the genetics; no, this power belonged entirely and exclusively to Susan Sto Helit, Eternal Governess.
There was an aura of furious energy that made one instinctively want to Go to His Room or at least Time Out in the Corner. There was a sense that somehow, the world was so much less. This woman, chillingly angry, was the foreground, and everything else, furniture, people, walls, even your own thoughts, faded straight into the background.
Listen To Me, spoke that voice.
I'm Not Asking Twice.]
This is where we stand. Before we skip to the part where we begin attempting to murder each other, let's at least make a vague attempt to be civilized adults. Please, let's. Blood is a nightmare to wash out of carpeting.
You first, señor.
Why?