5. Now Wash Your Hands
LIONEL
Nobody else views these tapes.
I'm not interested in watching the animal coupling - it's the tenderness that catches my eye.
My son has developed another weakness. And yet...there is the potential for strength there. She has a strength and fire to her. She's kept his attention for longer than anyone but Victoria ever did - and -she- needed the tricks I taught her for that. Dear Victoria - all she really wanted to do was fuck her own daddy.
There is no pleasure in corrupting innocence just for the sake of it.
The way he touches her...
Lili, your son has not lost the softness you bred into the line. Between us, we have created...potential.
Another of those noisy gatherings in his library. Surrounding himself with children. The boy-king with his courtiers. Looking across the room to her, and a small moment of stillness between them.
Have I found the weapon to break him? Or has he found a shield against me?
I sent him to the town that changed him, sent him back to the fire. And he is emerging from it. Stronger.
The other object of interest sits to one side, watching. My goad, Dominic, provoked a move from cover there. And Nixon...'faithful' Nixon, unsure which of us he hates the most. The one who blackmailed him first, or the one he ran to. Good little drones, bringing their pathetic offerings.
Clark Kent. My son's saviour. Why does he harp on that subject? What worm burrows in his brain on the subject, that he spends so much time and effort and money? If it weren't for that little girl wrapping her limbs about him, I would worry. But I read the report, saw the simulation. If that is the case, then what have we here? A prospect. Mutagenic effect with none of the instability that has plagued other projects.
Where do you come from, Mr Kent? Who created you? What agency placed you in the path of my son's destruction? Do I owe you a debt, or a curse?
So many questions. I will have answers.
I will keep watching.
LIONEL
Nobody else views these tapes.
I'm not interested in watching the animal coupling - it's the tenderness that catches my eye.
My son has developed another weakness. And yet...there is the potential for strength there. She has a strength and fire to her. She's kept his attention for longer than anyone but Victoria ever did - and -she- needed the tricks I taught her for that. Dear Victoria - all she really wanted to do was fuck her own daddy.
There is no pleasure in corrupting innocence just for the sake of it.
The way he touches her...
Lili, your son has not lost the softness you bred into the line. Between us, we have created...potential.
Another of those noisy gatherings in his library. Surrounding himself with children. The boy-king with his courtiers. Looking across the room to her, and a small moment of stillness between them.
Have I found the weapon to break him? Or has he found a shield against me?
I sent him to the town that changed him, sent him back to the fire. And he is emerging from it. Stronger.
The other object of interest sits to one side, watching. My goad, Dominic, provoked a move from cover there. And Nixon...'faithful' Nixon, unsure which of us he hates the most. The one who blackmailed him first, or the one he ran to. Good little drones, bringing their pathetic offerings.
Clark Kent. My son's saviour. Why does he harp on that subject? What worm burrows in his brain on the subject, that he spends so much time and effort and money? If it weren't for that little girl wrapping her limbs about him, I would worry. But I read the report, saw the simulation. If that is the case, then what have we here? A prospect. Mutagenic effect with none of the instability that has plagued other projects.
Where do you come from, Mr Kent? Who created you? What agency placed you in the path of my son's destruction? Do I owe you a debt, or a curse?
So many questions. I will have answers.
I will keep watching.