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Oh, but I've never had a twenty-fifth birthday before! It's hard to have one when you die a year before; it wasn't a very nice thing. I think I died of infection, I wouldn't recommend it. [spoilers, he never died.] I wouldn't recommend my century either, it was miserable.

Is there anything a person should have done or seen by the age of twenty-five? I'd like to catch up!

[private to Ciel Phantomhive and Alois Trancy:]
I've offered one of my friends a place to stay, in our home, she's willing to clean and help around the house...would that be all right?

Also, can we get more rabbits? Please?

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T'would be no surprise if thou didst, all be considered.

[ Always tactful. Returning to his own chair, he leans back to cross his legs at the knee, twirling the closed body of his fan between his hands. He smiles. ]

I am most pleased that thou hast joined me. Jack. [ He taps a finger to the metal. ] Shouldst thou not trust that we be alone, thou art welcome to look for thyself. [ He then gestures to the room in itself. ]

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Oswald would be upset.

[he says, simply, giving Rufus a look before getting up again and giving the room a once-over. just a quick one. he is quite confident that rufus isn't going to give up his bartering chip so quickly.

he doesn't sit back down. instead, he leans on the back of rufus' chair, reaching out to flick that little stray lock of hair standing up.]

[ To the look, he only tilts his head off to the side a bit, smiling still. ]

Wouldn't he.

[ ... what are you doing there, Jack. He just has the most unimpressed look to his eye as he glances up at him - the slightest bit cross-eyed focusing in on him like that. ]

Had I realized that thee were serious yet, I might have arranged for different seating.

[operation confuse the living daylights out of Rufus, commence!]

It's fine like this. [Jack smiles at him, stepping to the side as if looking over Rufus' shoulder, like he'd done so many times with Arthur. He then proceeds to sit on Rufus' armrest, right into his personal space.]

Being seated across someone is more confrontational than being seated beside them, you know?

[ Rufus just leaaans on over into the opposite armrest. It could be argued that it would be to see the other more properly, but there is that rather affronted frown pulling at his lips. ]

T'would be civil and offer thee proper opportunity to face one another during conversation.

[ Yeah, that personal space, bro. He's used to having plenty of it, okay. ]

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I'm from a century before your time and even I don't speak in such an old-fashioned way. You are so uptight.

[he purrs the last observation, still leaning in close, very close, smiling lazily, he's very glad for toothbrushes and toothpaste this century, minty fresh closeness-

and then he pops back to his feet and grabs an orange from the bowl.

yeah he's a dick sometimes.]

[ Rufus had been just one step away from snapping open his fan to block his mouth or what have you, sour expression only deepening in disapproval. It does come as a relief when he steps away. Jack is clearly attempting to unnerve him, and he hates that it's working.

He huffs, righting himself. ]

'Tis a habit I'd acquired from studies in my youth.

[ Meaning he read more than he socialized. What are friends. ]

Lucky. I was illiterate for most of my childhood.

[he starts prying the orange open, smiling at Rufus mischievously. old as he is, he still can be flustered, can't he? jack does return to the chair provided for him, curling up in it.]

I've a question, [confident and shameless and expecting Rufus to answer,] why do you keep on talking in such an archaic way? Glen spoke formally, but never to your extent.

[ Rufus isn't a terribly sympathetic man. He only raises a brow to that. Now that the other's not planning to infiltrate his bubble agaian, he does relax back into his seat properly, though. ]

Why didst thou pursue an impossible goal? 'Tis a simple answer, I think me.

[He pops an orange segment into his mouth, chewing, poking into the pith and rubbing it between his fingers.]

It's not impossible. I've cut part of the chains already.

[ The nature of his answer doesn't surprise him, but he finds it to be interesting, nonetheless. ]

'Tis not my implication; Lacie is no more, Jack Vessalius.

I know that; the Will of the Abyss showed me, and she wouldn't lie about her mother.

[Jack smiles at Rufus, hopelessly.]

If there was the slightest possibility of bringing her back...I would be pursuing that, wouldn't I?

[ Now, this was the stuff he'd been looking for. A knuckle pressed to his chin, he listens diligently. ]

And yet, thou wouldst bring the world to her...

She loved the world. Every miserable, wretched facet of it. She was a Misfortunate Child, but she still loved the world that hated her so much...

[he couldn't talk about this to oswald, he couldn't talk about this to alois, and jack's eyes unfocus as he remembers his clearest memories from a time that should be forgotten.]

So why not bring it to her? If she couldn't come back to me, then I would come to her.

[ Getting this all directly from the source was so much more fulfilling. He was positively mad. ]

Dost thou comprehend what would become of thee, theoretically, if cast into that place? Lacie is no more, not in this world, not within the Abyss.

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[Jack stares at him.]

Have you ever fallen in love with someone, Rufus?

[ For a moment, he just stares back. ]

'Love' excuses madness not; I am capable of separating heart from mind, if circumstance requires it be.

Then that isn't love. That's a farce.

[he drapes himself over the chair, legs dangling off the armrest.]

Love is a madness you have to endure, you have no choice to. It eats away at you, slowly but surely. Would you die for someone else?

[ Wow, rude??? HIS LOVE FOR SHERYL IS NOT A FARCE, and he sort of puffs up like an angry cat at such an implication.

Who then deflates, ever so slightly. ]

As a responsibility to mine house, I could not afford to be reckless...

[oho, what an interesting reaction! jack eats another orange segment, smile curving amused.]

If, for your house, you were required to kill the person you loved the most, with your own hands—

Would you do it?

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[ Mm. His expression becomes rather flat.

In fact, if he hadn't been brought to the Port when he had... ]

Yes.

[Jack startles at his answer, and he sits up, climbing to his feet, leaving the half-eaten orange behind. He needs to pace. He can't deal with this.]

Why? [He hisses.] You're the same. You're all the same.

[ Relatively unfazed, he watched Jack rise and move about. ]

Intriguing, that thou wouldst criticize the sacrifice or one to spare the fall of many, in stead of slaughtering countless lives for no one at all.

[Jack picks up the nearest book (hardbound, but thankfully not that thick) and throws it at Rufus.]

She was important! Nobody else was! She was the only one who showed me how to live, and then she had to die?!

I hated that world. I hated it.

[ Rufus raises an arm to block the book quickly enough, though it still smarts. It earns a deep frown, as he picks up the splayed book from his lap to set it down on another nearby pile. ]

Art thou listening to thyself? Honestly.

[ The last word is quite nearly hissed beneath his breath. ]

Perhaps one could consider this a great irony; that Lacie would accept her fate in passing to ensure thy safety on the earth she loveth so, and that your Oswald Baskerville sendeth her diligently into death to honor his duty and her own.

But believeth thee yet that thou hast done her a service?

[ A quirk of the brow. ]