Why?
Why what?
*She fixes me with a steely glance, the dim light glinting off her mask*
You know full well what.
*Looking down at my bare feet I grin*
They... annoyed me
Oh?
*I look up. Her eyes are fixed on her little notepad.*
Arrogant bitch.
*I lean back in the chair, kicking my feet up on to the dusty table*
Mh.
*She looks up from her notebook*
Mh?
Mh.
*She sighs and places the open book and quill on the table. With a flick of her wrist the quill dances to life. She leans forward, resting on the table*
Look. Johan.
*The quill curls across the page*
You've been a great ally of the Order for some time now, and, don't get me wrong, we appreciate everything you've done. I cannot even begin to help you if you're not honest. You and I both know that the Masters would gladly see you rot down here, like a common criminal, and throw your name to the wind.
*The eyes behind the mask fix me with a steely glare, the candlelight dancing off the metals*
Let me help you.
Fuck this.
You know what happened. They were sitting there just laughing and joking and drinking, whilst I was minding my own business. Then one of them came at me, and I broke his neck. Then I ran his friends through. Then I burnt the tavern to the ground. Because I can-
Why?
*I stop*
Why what?
*Her eyes have not left mine*
Why can you just do that?
*For a few seconds, silence.*
I am Johannas Goldtongue. Keeper of the Ghostlands, Prince of Sorrow, Brides' Bane, The Scourge of the Empire, and the Bringer of the Eternal Winter. I go where I please, as I please, how I please and do what I want.
*The air crackles around me as my voice echoes throughout the room. She breathes out, her breath a small cloud.*
I prefer if we keep this conversation at a more... seasonal temperature.
*A shimmering fire envelopes her hands*
I know your titles Johan, I know what you've done. I want to know why.
*Silence*
i... was... angry...
Pardon?
Breathe you wreck.
... I was angry.
*She smiles softly*
Thank you, Johan.
Why were you angry?
Oh fuck...
*I take my feet down from the table and stare at the cobbled floor.*
I was... happy, but sad.
And Lost, but found.
In love, but inflamed.
Angry, and hurting.
I was empty.
