[ the thirty-second ] / [ voice ]

[enigmaestro]

Tragic, isn't it? The disappointment that haunts endeavors. Individuals. No matter how much faith you invest, no matter how much you care. No matter what guidance you offer.

This is why I never took on sidekicks.

When does a person no longer deserve a second chance? Is there even such a thing?

[Encrypted to Mitchell Hundred.]I'm obligated to

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[disillusionists]

[ if her text could make sounds, it would sound delighted. ]

Problem, Nygma?

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[disillusionists]

Do you plan to continue keeping him in your home?
Or will you be kicking him out as well?

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[enigmaestro]

That won't prove anything.

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[disillusionists]

What makes you so sure?

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[enigmaestro]

He doesn't require me for housing, or even survival.

It's something less palpable.

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[disillusionists]

Hmm.
Very well.

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[enigmaestro]

Hmm?

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[disillusionists]

You know how this goes by now, Nygma.
Should I really relate to you my every thought?

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[disillusionists]

[ a beat ]

On second thought,
I think I would like to see you.

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[enigmaestro]

[Pause.]

For conversation, or something more vicious?

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[disillusionists]

Do you really think me so bloodthirsty?

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[enigmaestro]

You should know that answer.

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[disillusionists]

Ah.
I hope a visit from me won't disturb you then.

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[enigmaestro]

If you must.

When would you like to meet? I have something dreadful in the morning.

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[disillusionists]

Since I can't instantaneously teleport myself to the City, it'll take some time for travel.
How does tomorrow evening sound for you?

[ BABY DO YOU WANT TO LOG OR HANDWAVE OR WHAT ]

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[enigmaestro]

Suitable.

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