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[unesoleil]

What a strange and very sad life we all lead.

It seems my last sister has been found dead this morning.

So it's all finally mine.

How interesting that the East Narborough Trading Company has fell its way into my hands. I'm not quite sure if I can handle this pressure.

Vincent, I would like you to accompany me to the funeral.

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[split_valentine]

Very well.

[unesoleil]

You don't sound very enthusiastic.

[split_valentine]

I hardly ever do.

[unesoleil]

Hm. You won't fake it for me?

[ Eclaire's teasing him. Harharhar. In a sardonic little way. ]

[split_valentine]

I don't fake anything.

(Heh~ Oh Eclaire~ Huh...suddenly this convo has turned dirty >> XD)

[unesoleil]

I'm afraid I have to disagree.

[split_valentine]

Do as you wish.

[unesoleil]

Don't you ever show some form of a backbone?

[split_valentine]

I must have forgotten that not bickering back and forth like children means lack of backbone.

How times have changed.

[unesoleil]

It's best to keep with the modernizing of the times, Vincent. And you speak as if you are so very old.

[split_valentine]

Mm.

I prefer to be old fashioned.

[unesoleil]

You can't be very much older than I am.

[split_valentine]

That doesn't mean I was raised the same.

...Or taught the same.

filtered;

[unesoleil]

Taught. Who taught you to kill, Vincent? Instinct? Another man?

Was it primal want? Carnal hunger? What compelled you?

Re: filtered;

[split_valentine]

That's not your business.

After the funeral, we will be done.

filtered;

[unesoleil]

That is true, I suppose. Forgive me for my prying.

And that is another statement of fact as well. I almost look upon the event with regret.