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Dec 16, 2019 7:39 AM
valentine acquires a new house
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Jean looks bewildered by this distinction.

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“...we really do have an alarming amount in common.”

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...this is, if possible, more bewildering.

 

"I'm -- sorry?" he attempts, because having an alarming amount in common with him seems like it merits condolences.

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“No, please, don’t be. It’s refreshing, really.”

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Jean has absolutely no idea what to make of all this.

For lack of a better idea, he starts in on the food.

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...well, all right.

“I’ll be back in the evening. I — would advise remaining downstairs, for the moment.”

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"Yes, sir."

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He departs.

Jean is alone with his books.

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Jean finishes his food -- showers -- occupies himself with the books, for most of the day.

(He pauses, occasionally, for interludes of misery, of self-loathing, of longing. But mostly he reads.)

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Halfway through the day, a sandwich on a plate is deposited outside his door.

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Jean fails to discover this, on account of the fact that he is not opening his door without explicit instructions to do so.

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Which means that when Valentine returns home, he returns to a sandwich.

He moves it out of the way, and makes a note, before he steps inside.

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He walks in with a small savory pie — clearly not his work, given the state of his arm.

“I’ll need to ask our benefactor when the books are arriving. I doubt these will last you long.”

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"You're too kind, sir," Jean says, very earnestly, "thank you."

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He halfway smiles.

“You’ll earn them. You did promise me those scripts — I look forward to your recovery.”

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"Yes, sir."

He's somewhat conflicted about the scripts; Valentine reading his writing is one thing, but spending that long dwelling on breaking Valentine's bone is quite another.

(He's not at all conflicted about the half a smile.)

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“...in the meantime — I wonder if you have any questions for me.”

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"...what sort of questions, sir?"

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“You tracked me for ten years. I imagine there’s something you’re curious about.”

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...he supposes it's harmless to tell secrets to a dead man.

"There are a few points I've wondered about," he admits. "Ah -- off the top of my head -- I'm sure you recall the interpreter? We never did settle how it was that the doorman didn't see you, that night."

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“...ah. Yes, her. I had already entered the building that afternoon — a friend of mine lived in the complex at the time. I left the next morning.”

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"But how -- ah. Of course. The mailroom." He shakes his head. "...was the incident at the convent you?"

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“...I was involved, but I didn’t carry it out, no. We had been corresponding — she desperately wanted to die, but couldn’t bring herself to give permission, as far as I could tell. The woman who put us in touch took it into her own hands. I suppose it worked.”

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He looks smug, just for a moment.

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"The general -- was it for the rape you killed him, or for the order he gave?"

He can go on with this for as long as Valentine will allow.

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