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[untempered]

Who: Noric, anyone
When: Day 52, early morning
Where: the common room
What: the fabled priest insanity of old

[It's early enough that most of the inhabitants of the common room right now are the dead batmonkey corpses. One person, though, is standing with one hand pressed to the glass, heedless of the blood stains on it.]

Wrong. This world is wrong ... I can't feel it here. There's nothing...

[Oh goody he's talking to himself in disturbing ways. Engage?]

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[untempered]

Ah-- I only just shut my eyes. I think.

[intellectum]

What were you doing?

[untempered]

Cooking. There are a lot of those dead monkeys around, it's pointless to let them go to waste.

[gestures to the bowls on the table, a bit awkward.]

Lunch. If you want.

[intellectum]

... Eat with me.

[untempered]

[smiles slightly]

I did wait, you know.

[intellectum]

I know.

[untempered]

[hands Xavier his bowl, then takes his own.]

[intellectum]

[taking it]

I'm sorry.

[untempered]

[slowly]

I realise you were trying to help... but I'm not all right with doing something like that.

[intellectum]

[nods]

[untempered]

People can think what they want of me. I won't be responsible for thinking ill of you.

[intellectum]

I should have helped you better.

[untempered]

Xavier... please believe me when I say you help me more than anyone else.

[intellectum]

I was ready to hurt.

[untempered]

...why?

[intellectum]

You say I help you the most, but at that point... I wasn't helping at all.

[untempered]

[is silent for a while, eating his food.]

Well... then you can learn from it.

[intellectum]

... Yes. I suppose I should.

[untempered]

It's all you can really do, if you feel you've made a mistake.

[intellectum]

[smiles, a little]

[untempered]

[gestures to the bottle on the table with his fork]

I picked that up a little while ago. I thought you might like to try it; it could be more to your tastes than wine.

[intellectum]

What is it?

[untempered]

Something called chocolate liqueur.

[intellectum]

[his eyes light up]

Chocolate?

[untempered]

That's the flavour of it, yes. I keep meaning to make dinner for us one night and have it then, but the way things seem to go around here... [handwaves]

We may as well try it now.