[The Witch of Misfortune can be easily found wandering around, mostly in the Master Bedroom. Though seems she'll easily stop whatever she's doing and chat with you, at least...]
And you cannot claim you understand everything about him. You cannot. You have not even experienced a fraction of what he has, in order to claim the title he has.
I have. And thus, we understand each other more than anyone in those regards.
[ He figured. He had a guess for a while now but never said anything aloud about it. Nevertheless, his voice remains firm, and his expression serious. Unwavering.
There's no anger to it. Not even the words he follows up with.
Rather... there's pity. Sadness. Regret. And a touch of guilt. ]
You're right, Witch. Even if we might share the same existence our paths diverged a long time ago. We made our choices. My pain and suffering is nothing compared to his. And I understand that.
I understand that I helped create that.
He is me, yet not. I know. That's why we're so different. Even if your suffering is closer to his - even if you might understand him because you've suffered for just as long as he has, if not longer, that doesn't mean that it is impossible for me to understand him.
[ A part of him wonders what she means by that. But that isn't important right now. Not to him. ]
I've only ever regretted what I couldn't do. Not what I have done or said. No matter how painful it might be, I will do everything in my power to make the choices so this story doesn't have a sad ending.
Even if that means I might wind up hurting him again.
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[She stares at him, angrily again.]
And you cannot claim you understand everything about him. You cannot. You have not even experienced a fraction of what he has, in order to claim the title he has.
I have. And thus, we understand each other more than anyone in those regards.
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[ He figured. He had a guess for a while now but never said anything aloud about it. Nevertheless, his voice remains firm, and his expression serious. Unwavering.
There's no anger to it. Not even the words he follows up with.
Rather... there's pity. Sadness. Regret. And a touch of guilt. ]
You're right, Witch. Even if we might share the same existence our paths diverged a long time ago. We made our choices. My pain and suffering is nothing compared to his. And I understand that.
I understand that I helped create that.
He is me, yet not. I know. That's why we're so different. Even if your suffering is closer to his - even if you might understand him because you've suffered for just as long as he has, if not longer, that doesn't mean that it is impossible for me to understand him.
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Then you're truly a fool. Stop - sounding like-
[She pauses, though since her back is turned, it's hard to see what her expression is.
After a moment of struggle, she shakes her head.]
...You will come to regret those words.
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I've only ever regretted what I couldn't do. Not what I have done or said. No matter how painful it might be, I will do everything in my power to make the choices so this story doesn't have a sad ending.
Even if that means I might wind up hurting him again.
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Traitor.
Those like him....are why humanity can't be trusted.]
...Get out.
[Her voice is cold, icy - but it's also dangerous.]