He ambles throughout the mansion, whistling tunelessly to himself (or perhaps there is a tune, but the tune in question would be little better, or perhaps worse). He runs his hand along every door he passes, and his fingers leave brief trails of fire. This is, let us say, a sort of... controlled chaos
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*wry grin* What fate.
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*softly, almost to himself* Perhaps I would have been more content with you chasing me forever.
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*after a pause* Does your new lover know that you are already wed?
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*refuses to look directly at him, voice beginning to quiver* An annulment can be arranged, to leave you free.
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*looks up, a few long strands of grey hair hanging over his face* I tried so hard to give you what you needed, what you wanted. Valjean, please. Was I too much to handle, that you had to leave?
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