Frankly, I don’t care about hell. It’s not like I’m ever going there. I don’t care about the people there because I don’t live there and nor do you. You live in Camden. Sunny England. You say that they don’t give a shit about opening up… but you come from there, don’t you? And you’re opening up. You don’t get it, do you? You don’t have to be a supercilious bitch to be respected. In fact, there’s less chance if you are. You get respect for going out of your way to help someone else. Not by intimidating them. Yes. You’re strong. Nobody’s told you that? Well… I don’t know what to suggest. Because I’d be lying if I said you weren’t. And if others can’t see it, they’re ignorant. It pays to be civil toward people. I know you don’t like me, yet you don’t come across as crass. You’re, if anything, a little lost. Yes. I can see inside your mind… but I haven’t been. Except for dreams. So everything you just told me is new to me. I’m not like Arthur. I prefer to give people at least some privacy. Unless it comes to a point of no return. But needless to say, I could still feel it. You don’t get bitter people without a past to them.
Hate to break it to you sweetheart, but you are. Exactly. Don’t think that you’re going to fall. Because if you do, then you will. If you accept it, you’ve fallen. But if you do, and you think to yourself that you want to get up and back to where you were… well, I don’t know about anyone else, but I can respect that. Well, we’re not all that bad. I wouldn’t care if you made mistakes. That’s where I differ from Art. Horrible? No. You’re not horrible. You want things… like respect… but you’re not willing to give for them. It’s a game of give and take. But you’re certainly not horrible. Under this… mask you’ve given yourself, you’re quite pleasant. If you keep asking yourself who would love you, then nobody will. Just let life take its course. You’re not as bad as you wish to come across as, Evangeline. There are some that you actually enjoy talking to, no?
I live in Camden, yet I work for hell, so I obviously care about the people there. Yes. I’m opening up. Something that is incredibly out of character for me. For most of the spawn of hell, you do need to be a bitch to get respect. I work my ass off at whatever job I can find to show I’m worth it, I’m worth having faith in. I’m capable, and no one thinks I am. I’m better than the infuriating lessers, and they don’t see it, and they treat me like shit. How am I supposed to keep them in line if they have no respect, no fear of consequences? I-I actually appreciate that. That you don’t snoop inside my head. Though don’t you look for what people crave most when weaving their dreams?
You…respect that? You actually do? It’s funny. I thought I’d get along much better with your brother. I do give. I give everything I am and get nothing in return. Pleasant? That is certainly something I have never heard. Even in heaven I was never described as particularly pleasant. Sometimes it works in my advantage. Like my business. Yes, a few. Mostly people who would probably be described as crass.
“Destroy society, erase your enemy for trying to break you down. The only thing that exists in their poisoned mind. I’m not gonna take it anymore. This is my life, I wanna have control, I’m gonna make history. She feeds of the other people’s misery, the power is her greed. She’s trying to play God with your life but we all can see through. For how long can a woman hold her position? Do anything and still get away with it? What makes her so fucking special? A corrupted woman with power as her only friend.”