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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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[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. ]

I believed it. If you ask myself, back home, right now, I will tell you that I had done what I should. I will destroy that world, I will throw it into the Abyss. You cannot stop it. None of you can.

[Rufus you're a dick. But a logical dick. Jack breathes harshly, shaking his head, laughing a little, even.]

But here... You wouldn't understand what it's like to learn that you were wrong. Your entire life, wrong. Not you, nor the heads of the dukedoms I've created. None of you would understand what it is to be a mistake.

[ Ah. So he acknowledges the mistake, then? That wasn't something that'd he'd really expected to hear.

Annoying. ]

'Tis possible they might, were I to entrust them with the knowledge that mine ancestor bestowed onto me. Many a man hast diligently worked toward thy false ideals, believing they were in the right.

[ He smirks, letting a beat pass. ]

Fortunately for thee, t'would be of no benefit to me - nor they- here, as of yet.

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You overestimate the human state of mind, of human relations.

[but jack has calmed down again, enough to pick up the orange and throw a segment at Rufus' head. It's all in good fun, though--! (next time it'll be the knife.)]

I killed Glen Baskerville. I remade the country. The tale still continued even after I had disappeared, and history had forgotten the defeated, remembered only the victors. What makes you think any of you can stop me?

[he asks, curiously.]

[ That-- HUFF. Picking the slice out of his hair, he tosses it onto the table with a narrow of the eyes. ]

Simple; for we haven't any choice.

[he's contemplating eating the slice........... Ssshhhh orange I will never throw you away! Jack chuckles, as an answer, and slides back into his seat.]

When I asked you, about that choice between duty and love - who did you think of?

[ jack no, that would be gross... Do you even know when the last time that table had been dusted was? Because Rufus doesn't. ]

Mm. Such information matters not.

[ As though he would divulge his ~feelings~ to an untrustworthy man. Vessalius, pls. But he'll make up a little something, to prevent any further questions. ]

All you need know is that never t'was, and never will be so. Thus, 'tis unimportant.

[jack grins at him, slowly, with too many teeth. he climbs to his feet again and crosses over to behind Rufus' chair.]

A little tragedy never hurt anyone.

Thou art of the most mobile sort.

[ A grumble of words, as Jack moves 'round.

Grasping the armrests, Rufus leans as though to stand - but the motion is one that pushes him up and forward, with a graceful twirl to face the other. One that leaves him actually floating above his seat to give the other man a properly disapproving leer, arms draped over his middle.

(He's spent a fair amount of time perfecting this ability that the port gave him, over the past few months. It comes almost too naturally to him now.) ]

'Tis not a tragedy, in any case, but reality.

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.....Really?

[jack says, after a moment of staring; this isn't one of Dodo's powers, is it? Confusing batty old man. Jack lifts a hand to reach out, pawing at him like a kitten would a ball of yarn.]

It might be yours, it might not be mine. Reality is an objective sort of thing, Rufus dear, and I created the reality you and Pandora lived in for quite some time. [not to be arrogant, not really.] Aren't you glad? Your house has found sanctuary.