[If Vergilius had the freedom to do as he wished with his own fate, he wouldn't be here right now, would he? He wouldn't be anywhere. It's selfish of him to keep Vergilius bound in these serpentine coils they've found themselves in, but isn't the greater evil against this man preserving his tired and sorry existence?]
Un, deux...!
[Holding onto Vergilius, Lobelia tips back, throwing them down onto the flowers. No, none of this feels right, murderers lying in paradise, but that's not where Lobelia's concerns lie. It never has been.]
We're only men, nothing divine or unholy. What control we have is limited, so why waste effort fighting against a force you can't possibly reach?
[Lobelia's question is nothing more than that: a question. Just as Vergilius hadn't allowed Lobelia to give up on happiness, something he was at one time assured would never be his, he can't imagine this man letting fate do with him as it pleases. Moreover, Lobelia would never allow it to.]
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[If Vergilius had the freedom to do as he wished with his own fate, he wouldn't be here right now, would he? He wouldn't be anywhere. It's selfish of him to keep Vergilius bound in these serpentine coils they've found themselves in, but isn't the greater evil against this man preserving his tired and sorry existence?]
Un, deux...!
[Holding onto Vergilius, Lobelia tips back, throwing them down onto the flowers. No, none of this feels right, murderers lying in paradise, but that's not where Lobelia's concerns lie. It never has been.]
We're only men, nothing divine or unholy. What control we have is limited, so why waste effort fighting against a force you can't possibly reach?
[Lobelia's question is nothing more than that: a question. Just as Vergilius hadn't allowed Lobelia to give up on happiness, something he was at one time assured would never be his, he can't imagine this man letting fate do with him as it pleases. Moreover, Lobelia would never allow it to.]