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26.Jul.22, 12:27 PM
Gangleri took the punch with a soft grunt, his eyes closing for a brief moment, but otherwise he didn't make any move to either dodge or stop her. He cracked open an eye after that first blow, partially surprised that she hadn't hit him harder, or repeatedly. He let out a breath and nodded. "I deserve that." Really he probably deserved worse considering the other secrets he had tucked away. And so long as those remained firmly tucked away he wouldn't have to lie about them.
At least she was asking questions since that meant she was still willing to talk to him, for now at least. The first question caught him by surprise though. "What? You think I'm good at killing?" He tilted his head curiously, feeling simultaneously flattered but also a tiny bit concerned. "Why am I good at it?" He repeated the question softly to himself as he tried to think about what made a good killer, the qualities about him that complimented the grisly task. "I suppose it's because I'm willing to commit to a course of action, indecisiveness is what gets most such fellows caught I suppose. That and indiscretion. I have to be committed to think and plan through the deed, then committed to the follow through required which requires remaining discreet." Sure, he loved to talk, and he could go on for quite some times, but there were things he did not talk about except to Bart. Bart could keep secrets.
The next question was much easier to answer and he nodded. "Yes, it was poison in his wine. I would have preferred to do something else, but I wanted it to be over as quickly and as cleanly as possible so that I could be done with it and get back to you. Watching you dance always makes me feel lighter, always smiles, even when you're not dancing with me." Hopefully she didn't feel that he was trying to be manipulative as he said it, she was just so full of life when she danced, was so comforting to be near that despite her being angry with him at the moment and having hit him he was just relieved because she was still there.
He cringed at being asked if he was the murderer, but mostly because he didn't like to consider himself as such. "No, I'm not the murderer in the Weyrs and I truly do not know who it is or what they want. The matters of my play are, as described in the program, inspired by factual events, but not a direct reflection or retelling. I actually have been trying to gather the records of the deaths so that I could create a special commemorative program to try and memorialize them in some fashion. Only some of the deaths are deemed questionable, with no clear indication if they were just a coincidence of timing or someone trying to take advantage of a more notorious rogue element to hide their own villainy."
Gangleri shook his head, stifling a chuckle in poor taste and turning it into a soft huff of air instead. "Honestly if all of that was a single person, I would think they were a younger man than I to have the time and energy required." He looked back up at Mylorah, realized that there was a chance she'd never want to see him again after this, and in a moment of desperation he reached out to pull her into a tight hug and buried his face into her hair as he whispered, "I'm sorry." At least he would still have that last hug to cling to in his memories and dreams.
At least she was asking questions since that meant she was still willing to talk to him, for now at least. The first question caught him by surprise though. "What? You think I'm good at killing?" He tilted his head curiously, feeling simultaneously flattered but also a tiny bit concerned. "Why am I good at it?" He repeated the question softly to himself as he tried to think about what made a good killer, the qualities about him that complimented the grisly task. "I suppose it's because I'm willing to commit to a course of action, indecisiveness is what gets most such fellows caught I suppose. That and indiscretion. I have to be committed to think and plan through the deed, then committed to the follow through required which requires remaining discreet." Sure, he loved to talk, and he could go on for quite some times, but there were things he did not talk about except to Bart. Bart could keep secrets.
The next question was much easier to answer and he nodded. "Yes, it was poison in his wine. I would have preferred to do something else, but I wanted it to be over as quickly and as cleanly as possible so that I could be done with it and get back to you. Watching you dance always makes me feel lighter, always smiles, even when you're not dancing with me." Hopefully she didn't feel that he was trying to be manipulative as he said it, she was just so full of life when she danced, was so comforting to be near that despite her being angry with him at the moment and having hit him he was just relieved because she was still there.
He cringed at being asked if he was the murderer, but mostly because he didn't like to consider himself as such. "No, I'm not the murderer in the Weyrs and I truly do not know who it is or what they want. The matters of my play are, as described in the program, inspired by factual events, but not a direct reflection or retelling. I actually have been trying to gather the records of the deaths so that I could create a special commemorative program to try and memorialize them in some fashion. Only some of the deaths are deemed questionable, with no clear indication if they were just a coincidence of timing or someone trying to take advantage of a more notorious rogue element to hide their own villainy."
Gangleri shook his head, stifling a chuckle in poor taste and turning it into a soft huff of air instead. "Honestly if all of that was a single person, I would think they were a younger man than I to have the time and energy required." He looked back up at Mylorah, realized that there was a chance she'd never want to see him again after this, and in a moment of desperation he reached out to pull her into a tight hug and buried his face into her hair as he whispered, "I'm sorry." At least he would still have that last hug to cling to in his memories and dreams.
