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[marcato]

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<saturnschild>

[marcato]

How is his liver?

<PasUnPolicier>

[inseine]

[Ahaaaa. Zeroing in on the liver, of course. He can count on Saturn's Child, Monsieur King-of-the-Gods to know his myths.]

A vulture snatched it for its feast.

<saturnschild>

[marcato]

A twisted play on the original. But I suppose that fits, doesn't it? He really was more of a vulture than anything else.

It's not my work.

<PasUnPolicier>

[inseine]

Only another admirer of the antiquities. I see.

And do you suppose I ought to believe the men of Bavan City are familiar with ancient Greek myths?

<saturnschild>

[marcato]

No. A monster did this.

If you find them, will you place them in your prison?

<PasUnPolicier>

[inseine]

[There's a ruminating stretch of silence.]

Tell me something. Do you recognize the face of this dead man? Can you see him distinctly?

<saturnschild>

[marcato]

Of course. I'd never forget the face of a fellow butcher.

<PasUnPolicier>

[inseine]

Then you know he is a poacher, one we did not possess in our custody at La Forteresse.

Killing humans is not a crime for Monsters, Monseigneur. Vigilantism, now! I am not so fond of vigilantism. Vigilantes are loose cannons, willing to bend the rules of society to favor themselves.

It merits watching, Monseigneur. Nothing more than that at this time.

<saturnschild>

[marcato]

Then I will also watch. Eagerly. Hungrily.

It's wonderful to see a master at work.

<PasUnPolicier>

[inseine]

Who are you calling the master, Monseigneur: myself, or the monster responsible for this Promethean reenactment?

<saturnschild>

[marcato]

The former. Right now, Javert, you're not the master.

Because you're not in control.

<PasUnPolicier>

[inseine]

Control doesn't have a thing to do with this. I am merely not the one painting the brush strokes.