Tag: Flora

Fable: A simple yet effective strategy.  

Eilif: For now. There is one thing that can unravel all of that I have worked so hard to build.

Fable: And that would be?

Eilif: Hope, my dear. Caught early enough it can be harmless, but if not dealt with quickly it spreads like a disease infecting everyone around. When people feel hope they feel powerful. When they feel powerful they rebel.

Fable: What is so important about this girl, anyway?

Eilif: How do you think I have stayed in power as long as I have, Fable?

Fable: Superior leadership abilities?

Eilif: [laughs] Fear. I’ve kept power this long because I have all of Millhaven quivering at my feet. The fear of what I will do to them if they dare step a toe out of a line keeps them in check. 

Eilif: Are you here to report on Shade’s recovery?

Fable: He is still resting underground, I am afraid.

Eilif: He can stay there for eternity as far as I concerned. That incompetent fool, he couldn’t even confirm whether or not the rebellion has gotten their hands on the girl or not. The longer he stays there the less I have to deal with him and his insufferable ego.

Flora: A world where loving someone puts them in a danger isn’t a world I want to live in.

Pantomime: Sorry kid, it’s the world we’re stuck with. It’s not going to change just because some young idealist comes along and wishes things could be different.

Flora: It can be done. I’m going to join the rebellion and take down Eilif Puck.

Pantomime: Flora, stop. She can’t know.

Flora: Why not? If you love someone you should be with them. 

Pantomime: People like me don’t get happy endings, Flora.

Flora: That’s stupid. Everyone deserves to be happy.

Pantomime: Do you know how many people have died by my hands? So many that I’ve lost count. 

Flora: Wasn’t that all during the fall? That was war. I’m sure she’ll–

Pantomime: War or not, I’ve done a lot of horrible things, to both sides of the fight. People remember that. Do you think they care whether or not it was during the war? There are some out there that are looking for reasons to cause me as much pain as they possibly can.

Flora: Like Eilif Puck?

Pantomime: The moment that this becomes more than a locked up dream inside of my head is the moment is the moment it becomes her death sentence.

Pantomime: T̴h̶a̶t̵’̶s̷ ̵e̴x̷a̷c̴t̷l̵y̷ ̸t̶h̶e̴y̶ ̷r̶e̸a̸s̷o̶n̶ ̴w̷h̴y̸ ̸I̵ ̴c̸a̴n̴’̶t̶ ̷s̵t̶a̷y̵.̴

Flora: I don’t see why you’re so mad.

Pantomime: It’s private.

Flora: This isn’t a memory, is it?

Pantomime: No. It’s not. 

Flora: Oh, shit! You’re in love with her. Does she know?

Pantomime: She can never know.

Flora: What!? Why not? 

You should tell her. Have you seen the way she looks at you? I’m sure that she feels–

Virtue: A̴r̵e̶n̷’̵t̸ ̷I̵ ̴j̵u̶s̷t̸ ̵a̷s̵ ̵i̵m̴p̵o̵r̴t̸a̷n̴t̵ ̴a̷s̴ ̶t̶h̵e̶y̶ ̷a̴r̴e̸?̸

Pantomime: Y̸o̸u̸’̵r̵e̷ ̴e̸v̴e̴n̵ ̶m̶o̴r̸e̶ ̵i̶m̸p̴o̴r̵t̷a̶n̵t̸.̸

Pantomime: You shouldn’t be in here.

Flora: Where is “here” exactly?

Pantomime: Why aren’t you downstairs?

Flora: You were taking forever, I got bored.

Pantomime: So you decided to walk around my dream realm? 

Virtue: S̵͓̃ţ̷̂a̸̰̎y̴̱̔ ̷̺͂w̷̧̓ĩ̵̧t̴̬̿h̶̜͋ ̴̣̌ṃ̸̉e̵͙̓ ̴̻̅ḣ̴͓e̴͉̿r̴̢͋ẽ̷̗ ̶̭̓a̴̗̚ ̶̟̒l̴̥̆i̷͒͜t̵̝̋ț̷͂l̶̥̕ẻ̷̜ ̶̞͆l̵͚̉o̶̝̅n̵̨̄g̸̯̈e̵͇̓ṛ̴̛.̶̲̔ ̵̯̏T̴̘̾h̸͓̋e̵͕̾ ̶͓͐ẅ̵̢́o̶͉͝r̵̪͑l̵͇̊d̴̼̚ ̸̤͆c̸̱̀ả̸̦n̸̢̓ ̷͚̐w̴͈̐ǎ̷͎i̵͉̿ṫ̶̰.̶̢̒