The Powers That Be (
powersthatbe) wrote2016-11-25 03:12 pm
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Conversation Space III.
A poured concrete floor and cinder block walls are lit by a single bare light bulb hanging overhead. Shackles dangle from brackets on every side, and the chair in the center of the room is clearly an electric chair. A tall glass sits on top of a stool made of what looks like pure gold - but the liquid inside it is almost definitely blood.
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"...I don't know," she answers, which is a very odd thing to admit. Though, she does add dryly, "Are you going to tell me anyway?"
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That's tempting. That's really, really tempting, even if Melissa knows there would be good people to die in that too. But it would eliminate it all, make it no longer a plague upon her planet, no chance of anyone else having to suffer how she and Thorne had. It's enough to make her listen, at least.
"...And what, exactly, would serving you well involve?"
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IT IS NOT YOURS TO QUESTION SUCH THINGS.
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I DO NOT INTEND TO DELIVER YOU WEAPONS WITH WHICH TO DEFY ME.
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