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Yo. Mercutio is sitting crosslegged by the fireplace, staring into the fire. One hand is tossing and catching a dagger - he doesn't seem to even be looking at it.
He's humming very quietly, a Veronan children's song.
He's humming very quietly, a Veronan children's song.
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"Well, how can I be angry when my dear dead friend laughs?"
He flops onto his back.
"I will regain what is mine. In a moment."
He's not overly perturbed by the idea of an armed Patrick. In fact, he's rather interested by the concept.
"What was the purpose of thy death, then? Surely th'art a main character in thy story?"
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". . .It wasn't a story. It was slander."
His jaw is tight.
"There was no purpose to my life. Why should there have been purpose in my death?"
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He smiles wide.
"I shall see if Lady Bar has a copy."
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"Imagine. Calling me an American Psycho." He runs his tongue over his teeth, "Thus. Unfinished business."
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He eyes Patrick.
"I can see nothing factually wrong with it, at least."
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". . .I didn't do any of those things."
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He smiles.
"What are the vicious slanders?"
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"No."
Patrick would rather not speak about it. Because he would get angry. Getting angry wouldn't help at all because he does not have his usual means of expressing it-- not anymore-- being sans pulse and breath. Instead he forces himself to be blank and dead, muttering.
"It was all lies."
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He grins.
"I find it interesting, your state of non-aliveness."