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[epistemological]

I know it’s not my sort of thing but I don’t care if people enjoy that. But there’s no reason it should be in the bloody library!

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[Tim, who has absolutely had at least one quickie in a hidden corner of someone's house at a party, doesn't make eye contact.]

It's a whole thrill thing, doing it in a place where you're almost guaranteed to get caught. Makes the whole thing more... exciting.

[Bertha climbs onto Jon's sleeve and manhandles her way to his shoulder.]

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[ Grumble grumble fuss, yes he knows, Tim, he knows you.]

Yes, well, next one tries it is getting a Corruption statement played in flagrante delicto. The warning was made.

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[Bertha abruptly fluffs up next to Jon's head, and Tim feels his own skin crawl, making him lift a hand to rub over a patch on his forearm idly.]

Fucking lovely.

[Yeah he's taking a sip of his drink now after that mental image.]

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[ He looks up at both of them. ]

Entirely avoidable. But I can’t exactly turn a hose on them.

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Not with that attitude, you can't.

[Bertha nibbles Jon's ear affectionately.]

Alright, so. Sex fiends aside. What's up with the latest Daniel in our growing collection?

Cw torture

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[And that brings a deeeeep sigh.]

Let me ask you this: how do you explain to someone that making yourself forget you did something does not, in fact, erase your culpability for it?

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[Tim just. Frowns.]

I... huh. I suppose get them to understand that their before self isn't actually a different person, but. Seriously?

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…this doesn’t go any further?

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[And he nods once.]

Course not.

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…tortured and murdered quite. A lot. Of people.

[ He looks very troubled.]

I… I think he’d be of the Flesh if he’s from our world. I- I’m not entirely sure he isn’t.

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[Is it respectful to refer to people by the Fears they most easily represent? Almost definitely not, but it paints a very immediate image.

And also, Tim doesn't like the Flesh. After getting eaten by worms he's got a much more active gag response to the idea of eating viscera and body horror, plus all the weird religious pageantry it seems to keep involving? Just one of the ones that rubs him entirely the wrong way.]

Is this more of a Toby Carlisle, or a... a John Haan situation?

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John Haan. He did so under duress but…

[ He sighs.]

He was trying to harvest something he believed would save his life. But…

[ What can he say here? ]

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But unfortunately, life doesn't tie things up in a neat little package like that.

[Given that he's here.]

What was he harvesting, incidentally?

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Vitae.. Which required… all that.

[ He looks a little ill at the idea. Something about a month on a chair being prepped for skinning…]

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What, like. Aqua vitae?

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…I’m pretty sure it was more like blood than alcohol.

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"Well, vitae just means life," Bertha points out, fluffing up and nestling more comfortably against Jon's shoulder.

"So harvesting their life essence to try and... extend, his own? Push death back another day or something?"

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He found an artifact. And it sent a creature of the Dark after him, a Shadow that he believed would kill him. He claims it killed all of the people he asked for help before Mr. Torture Vitae contacted him with his ‘solution’.

[ Jon sighs and Pythia wobbles unhelpfully. ]

He was scared.

We all know what terrible things people can do when they’re afraid.

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[Tim's free hand takes up long strokes down Pythia's neck.]

Well. Hell of an Inmate to get locked into, boss. Congrats.

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[Jon stares out. ]

He read through all that and said he didn’t know why he was an inmate.

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Denial's a pretty powerful set of blinkers.

[No judgement; they're both guilty of it, after all.]

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Yes. Feels a bit like karma, to be honest.

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Suppose the next question becomes, like. How d'you crack open denial--

--without him cracking in half mentally.

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Well, to start, I got him his lantern back. The man’s deathly afraid of the Dark.

[ A sigh. ]

For another, I’ve moved him into our guest room. He wasn’t sleeping in his room, what with it being a dungeon.