[There's a sense of deja vu in the air as Mads ventures out into the Keep. Since being outed, he's kept to himself and for the most part, ignored the journal. Unless Anna's got something to say. Don't look at me like that. The man's gotta have a hobby
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It was on her way out that she saw him and her eyes narrowed and hands balled into fists.
Just keep walking. No need for a confrontation today.]
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Bonjour, Anna.
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Bonjour.
[The word is forced out through tightly clenched teeth, and Anna continues to walk, fully intending on passing the man by.]
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[He has to stop himself from calling her my love. He smiles, despite her coldness.]
Today is Sunday.
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That she even allows herself to call him that is still surprising.]
I am well aware of the day of the week.
[She makes to move past him.]
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[Well then, he plucks a flower from somewhere nearby and offers it to her.]
They are much more expensive back home, yes? But still lovely. Please take it, so that my ah, tradition does not go ignored.
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[She isn't STUPID, Mads. She knows what day of the week it is.]
...No. [She makes no move to take the flower, eyes burning with a deep seated rage.]
What tradition.
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Your mother isn't nearly so ungrateful.
[Shrug. Now its his turn to walk away.]
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She really would have.
But then he said that.
It's with a snarl that was half human half...something else that she lunges at him, jerking him back by the collar and slamming him against the wall of the chapel.]
...Explain that.
[There are no drugs here, Mads. The Keep might nerf her strength and her shifting abilities, but she can still kill you.]
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Is it really so terrible, amour? She is lonely, after all. With her only child gone, someone must look after her.
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Look. After. Her.
[He knew her mother. Of her mother.]
You are lying.
[Was he?]
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You do not even know what you speak of.
[He hadn't said anything concrete, anyway.
She gave him a shove, and let go.]
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But you are right. I know nothing.
[Because NOW he's really pushing it and its best to get the hell out of dodge.]
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He knew things that he could never, ever have possibly known unless he'd met the woman.]
You bastard!
[And he's back against the wall again, and Anna is...on the edge between sanity and completely losing it.
A nudge is all it'd take, really.]
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You flatter me, mon amour.
[Is that enough of a nudge?]
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