[The marquis's expression now is a perfect mimic of Dean's - bright but not amused. The sharp edge of a half-drawn knife.]
[Yes. It's funny. He enjoys it. He isn't sorry. Not for the pain he's caused, nor for the slice of empire he's built for himself. His reputation makes him as close to happy as he'll ever be, for happiness in the marquis's eyes is certainty of security. Of carrying on - breathing another day.]
[Occasionally he regrets having lost the rarely-tempting privilege of feeling fondness. Then he regrets his regret, and washes it downriver.]
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[The marquis's expression now is a perfect mimic of Dean's - bright but not amused. The sharp edge of a half-drawn knife.]
[Yes. It's funny. He enjoys it. He isn't sorry. Not for the pain he's caused, nor for the slice of empire he's built for himself. His reputation makes him as close to happy as he'll ever be, for happiness in the marquis's eyes is certainty of security. Of carrying on - breathing another day.]
[Occasionally he regrets having lost the rarely-tempting privilege of feeling fondness. Then he regrets his regret, and washes it downriver.]
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