XCVIII.

[dark_butler]

And to think, a week ago, I was still human.

I am feeling much, much better now.

And even after yesterday's foolishness has ended, I still believe a monocle can glint more sinisterly than a pair of glasses.

[ooc: Strike not there, baybee. Walter's in a happy, happy mood after beating on Noitora last night. These chickens will all someday come

Comments

[warconductor]

You were indeed.

Perhaps all paths, in the end, lead to the same place. What does it say about the nature of free will, Butler?

[dark_butler]

I find it interesting that you think I have any desire to discuss philosophy with you.

[warconductor]

Does it remain philosophy when it became reality?

When you yourself cannot escape the fact that in the end, you want what we did to you.

[dark_butler]

We aren’t having this talk because you are incapable of understanding what I wanted or want.

[ooc: Oh bravo bastardy.]

[warconductor]

Aren't I?

How long did we watch you from afar, Walter?

How long did we shape your actions, your destiny?

But then again, I do not need a chip to know what you are thinking, do I? For all your talk of British stiff upper lips, of keeping your feelings to yourself, your heart is quite visible, Angel of Death.

You are easy, Butler.

[[OOC: *bows* I try.]]

[dark_butler]

You are quite good at sounding reasonable, granted, but you negate your own assertions so easily.

[warconductor]

A return to vampirism?

Done.

Indulging in the love for violence and war?

Ongoing.

When you are ready to be more organized about it, you know where to contact us about it. After all, that is what you love, isn't it, Butler?

Order

[dark_butler]

You don't love order. You just love war, the antithesis of order.