The evening you returned was incredibly satisfying for me. I enjoy the newfound confidence your ability has inspired. But now I find myself mildly disappointed because I suspect you may be more interested in bringing me to my knees than the world around us.
You are not distracting me. You are distracting yourself. I know what needs to be done. You are having a difficult time committing to it thus why you are carrying the conversation away from where it was.
It is now your time to answer honestly. Do you want to do this?
You really cannot stand the idea of someone like that, someone so inferior holding that kind of prestige over you. It just uproots your sense of order.
[An insightful perspective into Starr's authentic fear -- arrogant in its own way. Chilton cleared his throat, procrastinating for a moment, knowing what he must do and yet dreading the plunge.
Another sharp yelp, with a whimpering accompaniment.]
You still believe I am ruled by my own pride? That what I do is about my precious feelings?
[ The word is spat with a bitter disdain for such emotions. ]
You are wrong. There is far more at stake beyond me and my--
[ Then that order came. Starr's words ceased and with a great deal of exasperation, he reaches up to yank his tie taut -- effectively strangling himself. Although to teach Chilton a little lesson, Starr goes silent. And he is silent for much longer than the fifteen seconds. Even if he is safe and sound, Chilton deserves to have that bit of a fright that his power could cause something to go terribly wrong so he could learn a bit of restraint. ]
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You know how I am, Klaus. I've always taken the more individualistic approach.
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I love how easily I can distract you.
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It is now your time to answer honestly. Do you want to do this?
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[But not for the same reasons as Starr.]
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[ Unacceptable answer. Try again. ]
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[HE TYPES THIS POINTEDLY.]
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[The braggart.]
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I wonder how bold you'll be when you can hear me.
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A sharp, brief yelp.]
Tell me what you are frightened of.
[Blood on his desk, as it dribbles in droplets from the slice in his palm.]
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What the world will become if that imbecile halfwit takes over back home.
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[An insightful perspective into Starr's authentic fear -- arrogant in its own way. Chilton cleared his throat, procrastinating for a moment, knowing what he must do and yet dreading the plunge.
Another sharp yelp, with a whimpering accompaniment.]
Choke yourself for fifteen seconds.
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[ The word is spat with a bitter disdain for such emotions. ]
You are wrong. There is far more at stake beyond me and my--
[ Then that order came. Starr's words ceased and with a great deal of exasperation, he reaches up to yank his tie taut -- effectively strangling himself. Although to teach Chilton a little lesson, Starr goes silent. And he is silent for much longer than the fifteen seconds. Even if he is safe and sound, Chilton deserves to have that bit of a fright that his power could cause something to go terribly wrong so he could learn a bit of restraint. ]
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