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Asmodean is again reading poetry in the bar. The bar was a little slow about producing the volume labeled: The Works of Robert Browning. The bard has been sitting on the couch and reading for some time.

You should come bother him, because really... It cannot be good for his sanity to sit alone and read like that.

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"And she is...gone." she sorceress asks softly.

Asmodean nodded calmly. His voice is very sad as his eyes do not meet

"Yes, she has been... gone, for almost forty years now."

He paused, and mused to himself.

"My how the Wheel of Time turns..."

"I am sorry." she replies, her eyes fading to a pale brown color.

"You loved her a great deal?" she asks sadly.

Asmodean's brow furrows as he thinks. Still and silent, he sits.

"I... I suppose I did."

"If she is gone, perhaps some day she will come to Milliways." she says softly, her eyes watching him carefully, a pained expression on her face.

Asmodean considered for a moment. He almost seemed a touch relieved as he spoke.

"I rather doubt it..."

Iris' face fades curiously into an unreadable expression. "You do not wish her to come here?" she asks.

Asmodean glanced away. His face had a haunted look, though not a touch of remorse.

"I killed her."

Her eyes flicker back to their normal, dark red color. Her face does not change. This is getting too normal for comfort. "Why?" she asks, the lids of her eyes lowering slightly as she speaks.

Asmodean considered and glanced away. His voice is calm.

"The Wheel weaves, all things are transient."

He paused.

"She, like her life's blood, trickled through my fingers driven by the ill winds of Fate."

The sorceress pauses, watching him, trying to find reason behind his eyes.

"You should be alone then." she replies, her eyes glinting like rubies. "It was choice, not Fate that took her from you."

Asmodean turned and his face twisted. A touch of anger, and madness glinted in his eyes.

"It was either that or we both died."

He voice almost a snarl.

"If she loved me, then she would have wanted me to live!"

Iris looks at him with a controlled look of anger. "If you loved her you would have died." she replies, her red eyes wide. A tear falls out of the corner of one of her eyes as she speaks.

She closes her eyes and sinks into her chair, trembling with rage and sadness. "Forgive me." she says quietly after a while.

The bard glanced away, and slowly calmed down. His face has a burning anger, and a touch of a terrible despair. Slowly, he let out a deep breath, and regained his composure. His voice was a quiet, and cool whisper.

"Absolved."

Iris' eyes remain closed but she still trembles, thinking of something depressing in her own life, yet to come.

The bard glanced away his voice still small, and quiet. A strange tone fills his voice, perhaps one of condemnation.

"...I would understand if you hated me."

He paused.

"If not just for the blood of my beautiful, little Di'aliz on my hands, but of the many, many others."

The sorceress slowly opens her red rimmed eyes. She looks at the man with a sad expression. "I have no right to judge you for your actions..." she replies softly. "I only weep for what you might have had."

She closes her eyes and lets her head fall to the side. "I will never get that chance</small."

Asmodean let out a slight sigh.

"None of us are given a choice, we walk the path that is laid out for us."

He paused

"If I may pry, what will you lack Iris?"

She opens her eyes again, a look of profound sadness apparent on her face. "I have to leave Milliways sometime, so my world will have peace. I have to marry someone who will never love me, so that he can bring order. I have to give up everything I am...so Fate can determine my life." she replies, a mixture of sadness and anger in her trembling voice.

Asmodean let out a slight sigh.

"I am so very sorry, Iris."

He paused, and studied her with his dark eyes.

"The Wheel weaves without remittence or mercy, and some of us have the misfortune to suffer because of it."

She looks away, her red eyes clouding.

"Not if I refuse to return..." she says quietly.

Asmodean paused, and his voice is cool and quiet.

"Fate can be defied... but only at a price, and sometimes a very high one."

"Hannibal says that there are alternate realities for every decision in life. There is another Xanth in existance where I do not exist after I come to Milliways." she answers.

Asmodean nods solemnly.

"There are. Using Portal Stones, it is possible to visit these Mirrors of the Wheel."

He paused.

"And some of these worlds are nightmare worlds."

Iris turns away, her face unreadable. "I will not be a sacrifice." she replies.

Asmodean's voice is cold. His face stony.

"Too late."

She looks back at him angrily then goes to find Hannibal (http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/5752413.html?view=238904925#t238904925).

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