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[itisasillyplace]

[It's a wonderful time for a walk, isn't it? Down a surprisingly quiet hallway, no less. It's as if all the people who ought to be here have just...wandered away. The floor here creaks, and it's almost impossible to walk silently on it

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[write_silence]

[oh no. ohhh no. Those corpses are even worse than the ones he'd seen before, and his stomach rolls over unpleasantly, forcing him to swallow hard to suppress nausea. He looks at Cyril, then slowly takes a step backwards]

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[itisasillyplace]

[He sees Rhode's mark on Lavi's face. Oh, he definitely does. He twines his fingers together for a moment, thoroughly pleased. If Lavi tries to run away, he'll find that his legs simply won't obey commands.]

Come here, don't be shy! Don't you like the shapes I've twisted these people into? I thought it was rather artistic...

[write_silence]

[he can only stare at Cyril, trying so hard not to look at the bodies... and when he tries to take another step backwards, he feels a jolt of terror when his legs won't obey him. Is he going to end up just like them, twisted into something almost unrecognizable as human? Is this how he's going to experience his own death, like the writing on the wall in that awful room he's tried to forget had predicted?]

[itisasillyplace]

[Oh, but Cyril has other plans for him. This Lavi hasn't said a word so far...and Cyril's willing to bet that he's the one he's been told about.]

I should warn you, I'm a sadist! And there's no running away from me, boy. There's ev~ery chance you'll be joining these people here, if it pleases me to.

[He pauses. Actually, there's no chance of that - Cyril wouldn't go against Rhode's suggestions, after all - but he does want to scare him.]

My, won't you say anything? How singularly rude.

[write_silence]

[he's torn between abject terror and humiliation, and he bites his lip hard, shaking his head. He knows now that he can't escape from this, so his best bet, he thinks, is to just go with it as much as possible in hopes of the quickest possible death. Realistically he knows that's not likely at all, but it's the only thing he can think of at this point.]

[itisasillyplace]

[Lavi's fear is absolutely lovely for Cyril to see. His eyes gleam a little. This is going to be so much fun, after all, even without killing him...]

What's the matter, hmm? I'm talking to you so nicely, but you won't say a word? We can't have that. No, we're going to have a wonderful little conversation. I insist upon it. And if you won't talk, why...I have ways of making you talk.

[write_silence]

[please don't hurt me is all Lavi can think - and he stiffens in horror when he realizes he'd said it aloud. It hadn't been his doing, he's been silent for too long to just let things slip out without realizing it like that - so it must be just what the Noah had said. I have ways of making you talk.

Oh, God.]

[itisasillyplace]

Oh! My. [He steeples his fingers, with an amused gaze focused right on Lavi's face.] What did I just hear there? A plea for mercy? I was told you aren't the talkative type, Lavi.

Tell me more.

[And again, Lavi will find his tongue and jaw working in a way that he never would have on his own accord.]

[write_silence]

[he fights it, of course, but there's nothing at all he can do except make the words he's saying come out more unsteady and stuttery, and he listens in horror as he verbally lays out his thoughts for this stranger]

I-I'm afraid to end up like those p-people. And a-all the ones i-i-in that room with the writing on th-the wall. I-I don't want to die.

[itisasillyplace]

[He affects an overdone sympathetic look which is practically dripping with glee.]

I quite understand. That is why I'm here, you know ~ to deal out your little punishment to you for being one of Rhode's targets. Such a poor, sad boy, aren't you? Not trusting anyone, not even yourself and your own tongue.

[write_silence]

I-I don't understand... why me? Wh-what did I do?

[he's nearly in tears now, his worst fears definitely just confirmed in addition to how humiliated Cyril's words make him feel]

[itisasillyplace]

It's because you caught Rhode's attention, of course. She loves to play with toys. And I can hardly refuse her request, can I now? Nor would I want to. It's your fault for becoming a target.

[He stretches for a moment, rather flamboyantly]

Perhaps your little issues with talking were what caught her eye, hmm?

[write_silence]

[flinches at that last bit. Of course it would be the thing he does to avoid having people notice him that was his undoing.]

I'm sorry, please- please don't hurt me...!