PC - Hansa

[maladied]

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[conchy]

Less and less by the minute...

[Ah, but now Hansa's asking the real question. Lobelia buys a moment to think with a sip of wine.]

Oh? Don't you know, mon Père? The Tower is bad luck. Stay too close to me and you'll fall to ruin too.

[robopriest]

The Tower? Like the tarot card?

[He lets out a little snort of a laugh.]

If Childermass got it into his head and told you that, maybe I should give him a talk.

[conchy]

Oh? Are you going to grind him into dust? Parfait. Do invite me. That sort of thing deserves to be properly archived.

[Wouldn't it be charming if he were joking? Imagine.]

But ah... non. This isn't some magician's sleight of hand. This is the tarot that defines me.

[robopriest]

I'm not some brute! Please. I'll leave that for the vampires.

[Or maybe someone else, you never know how this murdergame goes.]

[He also takes a sip of whine.]

Do explain.

[conchy]

I would show you, but I'm afraid I've given the card away.

[The literal one... Childermass has it now. Lobelia hums, tapping his fingers on the tabletop.]

The Tower symbolizes destruction that leads to truth. I've found that much to be the case all throughout my life... ah, but I suppose you do seek out danger, don't you? Your nasty habit will get you killed some day.

[robopriest]

...I wouldn't become what I became if I was afraid of danger.

[No one would go through what he did for a simple, pleasant life.]

And I'll take my chances. Besides, I like living. I know myself and what I can handle.

[conchy]

[Lobelia makes a show of sighing, but there's genuine weariness behind the theatrics.]

You are the worst kind of all... someone who refuses to leave.

[Not unlike the captain who, while wary of him at every turn, saw something worth accepting. Genuinely good people are rare. Those are the ones Lobelia can't stand to break.]

I would rather not see you harmed. You have too much to offer the world. Too much good.