[ He takes it with a nod of thanks, unfolding from the floor to his full six feet of gangly height. ]
Of course I am. We're friends. Comrades in arms. We've weathered an awful lot together in that dreadful place, and some of them... [ A pause. ] Some of them have lost far too much already.
Now there's a bit of realism from you. [Ha. Well, besides that-] But yes, it is. Yet true or otherwise, perhaps it is not a goal worth overlooking. Just in case.
What would you wish for? The instant death of that man?
I'm capable of a bit of realism, thank you very much.
[ He's smiling as he says it, though. There's a time and place for optimism, and a time and place for realism. It's not his fault if the majority of time skews toward the former. ]
Oh, without question. The permanent end of Count Strahd von Zarovich, to be precise.
[The way V laughs lowly and unbidden at the idea of permanently ending someone who no doubt deserves it... Well. Should he find Declan's certainty less amusing (in a good way) and heartening than he does? He doesn't.]
Then for both of our sakes, may our wishes come true. Should we find a way to make that happen. [A beat.] And if it's not all a con of the highest degree.
[One day at a time, indeed. At least this body isn't falling apart at the edges like it was before. Small mercies.
He doesn't quite sweep into a bow (wow, someone being more dramatic than him!), but he does incline his head, then clicks his cane to the floor as though to punctate his reply.]
The same to you, Declan. [A smirk.] Well, it's getting late. I should be on my way for now, but... I'm sure I'll see you around.
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Of course I am. We're friends. Comrades in arms. We've weathered an awful lot together in that dreadful place, and some of them... [ A pause. ] Some of them have lost far too much already.
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With any luck, time does not move here the same way it does in our worlds.
[But that's also just wishful thinking. No one can guarantee it one way or another.]
All we can do now is to learn more about the truth of our current circumstances and do our best to return. I've heard talk about "wishes", you know.
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[ Wishful thinking indeed. ]
Oh, yes. I've heard talk of wishes, too. Now that would be nice. Then we wouldn't need some smelly old sword from who-knows-where.
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An easy fix for all of our problems. Almost too good to be true. I wonder.
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[ He taps his chin. ]
It's an awfully convenient reason to make us want to stay here, isn't it?
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Now there's a bit of realism from you. [Ha. Well, besides that-] But yes, it is. Yet true or otherwise, perhaps it is not a goal worth overlooking. Just in case.
What would you wish for? The instant death of that man?
[He thinks that's a safe bet.]
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[ He's smiling as he says it, though. There's a time and place for optimism, and a time and place for realism. It's not his fault if the majority of time skews toward the former. ]
Oh, without question. The permanent end of Count Strahd von Zarovich, to be precise.
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Then for both of our sakes, may our wishes come true. Should we find a way to make that happen. [A beat.] And if it's not all a con of the highest degree.
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[ He gives a bow, one that suggests he'd be flourishing a hat if he had it on him. ]
It's been a pleasure you make your acquaintance, V.
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He doesn't quite sweep into a bow (wow, someone being more dramatic than him!), but he does incline his head, then clicks his cane to the floor as though to punctate his reply.]
The same to you, Declan. [A smirk.] Well, it's getting late. I should be on my way for now, but... I'm sure I'll see you around.
[Since, you know, they live in the same house.]