Dolores Dei
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Hand/Eye CoordinationPerception (Sight)
Composure"It doesn’t sound like you're better at all, Harry. It doesn’t even sound like you're a moralist, it just sounds like you want to..." She spreads her arms. "Win me back or something. I don't want you to try that any more, okay? It's too sad, I need to go..."
Total annihilation. We got annihilated, Harry. It wasn’t about responsibility at all, it was always only about you having no power at all. Over her. Yourself. Anything. That's why they didn't take you on that airship: you're insane without her.
The figurines... don't do anything? Anything at all? But I thought... the historic figure... she had...
It was a good idea. But she felt obliged by the Headless FALN Rider -- to give you things in return. Things she no longer wants to give you. So she refused. That's how it goes -- your figurine rider idea was naive.
"Maybe this revolutionary figurine then?" (Show it to her.) "Maybe you can take this revolutionary figurine? It's got a little musket."
"I didn't ask for things. It's too late to give me anything. I would have liked these things, a long time ago -- the Headless FALN Rider especially..."
"... but now, only boring hell remains." Her crown-of-hair is aglow with the red of the neon on the corner. Like this, she tramples her feet for warmth. It's getting really cold outside.
"I didn't ask for things. It's too late to give me anything. I would have liked the Headless FALN Rider -- back then..."
"Nothing -- I have to go..." Her hand wraps around the handle of the bag in her hand again: "I'm gonna go now..."
"No, you don't. You're just being a martyr. And I'm really going now. The time is up. I must be on the 10:20 flight..." She turns.
"Oh, Harry, this is a dream, can't you see? I'm already in Mirova by now. Who knows how long ago this happened?" She looks around. "A year, two, five years ago?"
"Right here. Tomorrow night. Once this dream starts happening it keeps happening -- three times a week. At least. And Harry, it really, really looks like it's started happening again. There's the video rental..."
"I'm suffocatingly beautiful. And young. And I smell of tutti frutti chewing gum -- like I did that time when I asked you for forgiveness. After leaving you the first time, so long ago..."
"Oh, yes. This is real darkness. It's not death, or war, or child molestation. Real darkness has love for a face. The first death is in the heart, Harry."
"No. Too late now. You have forgotten your list and the time is up. I am really going now. I must be on the 10:20 flight..." She turns.
"Wait, can't we sit down and have a coffee first? There's a cafeteria on the corner..." (Point east.)
"No. That would only be painful and dull. At the aerodrome -- life, love, and laughter are waiting for me. At the cafeteria -- dust, hell, and tragicomedy."
"That was someone else. I betrayed her, overwrote her, and am happier for it. And I'm really going now. The time is up -- I must be on the 10:20 flight..." She turns.
"Light, life, culture... It's so much better than here. Everything here reminds me of you, and the horrible times we had. The nights we stayed up fighting for our dying love."
"I have to wipe it all off me -- and be clean again. I want to be a good person again, not this. Not what you made me into."