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Here also, Father, I am destined to follow you. Or is it still Cardmaster, when there are no cards to be held? The Fool may be here indeed, but when has he done any more to serve you than merely watch. And am I to believe that you, you, oh Master of Cards, would allow yourself to be willingly confined. Impossible, and still I doubt the truth will be given to me. No matter, I will visit you myself, and you may be the force guiding my hands as always, though the tools I wield remain my own.
The meaning of his words yesterday, it escapes me, and yet I do not need their meaning, for time can no more truly dampen his feelings than they could ever dampen mine. A 'curse' then, to bring about this mockery of affection.
I can be affectionate too, Cain, indeed I have always been. Soon you will feel the truth of it.
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I wish to be directed to those in charge of this City's prison. There is a personal matter of some urgency about which I must speak to them.