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Dedicated to ReBoo. Thank you.
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You have no idea how relieved I am to see you smile, Dorothy.
It just seems like everything's been so tense lately. This is so what I needed, time away from it all.
Do you even know these old people you're playing against?
Oh, Dorothy, I didn't mean to laugh. I think it's adorable. Who'd imagine that a governing daughter of aristocracy would step down off her high horse to sit with some nice, old strangers in a hospital just to play cards and cheer them up.
You know, your employees just won't respect you if they ever find out what a softy you are.
Oh, I'm sorry. Shouldn't be giggling during such an intense match, should I.
See I have the advantage. The one who sits out the game gets to see what Everyone else has in their hands. And I happen to know that the 5 of hearts you're about to pull is your biggest mistake this week. Yep, Mrs. Fairbanks is about to show you the meaning of defeat, Missy. And your seductive smile won't be worth a cent against her. See if it was Mr. Willis there, I bet a cute pout and that big chest of yours would buy you the world.
You always did have a beautiful smile, hun. I wish I could see it more. Do you know how many pictures of you we have? All over the house. One wonderful Zechs, one stunning Dorothy, and one plain old me, quite the trio. But I've been meaning to admonish you one more time about those pictures, girl. What's your problem with smiling?
I mean you're smiling in them all, but I know you're faking it. I've seen that crest smile when you're at galas and board meetings. Those aren't real Dorothy smiles. It hurts, hun. I know there's something you're not telling me when we're all together.
Sorry, sorry. I keep forgetting to shut my fat mouth while a game is on. Don't want to interrupt such an important round. Especially when I'm about to watch you crash'n'burn. But surely your sweet, kind sister Luc wouldn't stand for anyone taking a win from my girl Dorothy. Especially in your horrific state, wheelchair-bound and all. You're so silly sometimes, but it'll catch up to you someday. You know, a nurse might come along and notice that wheelchair missing, then what would you do, hmm?
See there? A security guard. I bet he's on to you. In fact, I'm going to go talk to him now, and tell him I saw that sexy blonde at the cardtable deliberately steal goverment property. Yep, no more joy rides for you.
I am so in the wrong line of work. Look at this, Dor. What did I ever do to deserve the hours I get slaving away over a desk or tarmac while Mr. Big Bad Gaurdtype here gets a paycheck for wandering around counting heads. Now That's a crime, I tell ya.
Hey Guard! Vehicle Thief! Right Here!
Just kidding. Seesh, he doesn't even see me. I really would have had to yell to get that blockhead's attention. Some dunce he is, doesn't even see a superior officer in the room. He sure noticed you though. Even in attendee scrubs, that figure of yours just doesn't quit, does it. Poor idiot's been back to your table three times to check out the game. Apparently he thinks your hiding cards down the front of your shirt. Men.
Still sticking to your game, eh? You smart not to look up at him, he might get a nosebleed. Anyhow, he's going now. Now I get to see you writhe under the crushing prowess of old Mrs. Fairbanks. But it's your turn first. Doesn't matter, You've got NOTHING. Yeah, I'm allowed to laugh. That's usually the hand I'm stuck trying to play.
Why'd you put your hand face down?
You're pulling back from the table?
You know better than to leave during your turn. How rude.
Oh, you wanted to talk to the guard...
....
Dorothy...
Talk to me, Dorothy, please? I don't understand...
You thought it'd be cute to see if you could trip him with a wheelchair legarm? What are you proving here?
What the Hell's Wrong with you, Girl!
Did't you hear his collarbone snap? That could have been his neck. What's gotten into you? And Again? Dorothy, Please, STOP!
I was kidding about telling him to report you, hun. All he had was a radio on him...
That you're taking...
And turning back to the table...
And finishing your hand of cards...
What you expect the others to be ok with that? They're in shock for goodness sake. But you just play your hand like nothing happen...
Shrewd play, holding off Fairbanks another round. So you knew her hand afterall.
They, they're calming down now. Talking them all back to the game?
Dorothy, you're a monster sometimes, a cold heartless monster.
Only a monster would smile through something like that.
You're still smiling...
Dorothy, it's getting cold... so cold... stop it please...
That smile... is real... and was there all along because you had planned something so violent...
What are you doing? Why did you take him down like that? Why are you even here? This is a hospital for Pete's sake.
No wonder I never saw you smile... There was no blood on your hands with us. Is that what makes your smile? Violence? Pain?
Magerson wins. Guess I hadn't figured he'd get another turn to even try. So now you're the perfect host again, thanking them for the game, leaving the table. Putting that body on the wheelchair, and now you're the perfect attendee again. How many hats are you wearing today?
What's your explanation to them? Those old ears have heard lifetimes of excuses and lies, yet your silver tongue twists their better judgements like breadties. Only you, hun. Only you could brutally incapacitate an unarmed guard, and by the time you leave the room have friendly waves and even a few prideful cheers.
What is your mission, Dorothy?
So now you have a guard's uniform and a radio. Good thing he was unarmed. That's the only reason he's alive, isn't it.
I guess I should just keep quiet about this, shouldn't I. This is a combat situation. Must be. And I'm just watching it all unfold around you. I guess I've never seen you work alone like this. I guess I can accept it. We all have missions that uncover something dark inside us.
But your smile...
It's a beautiful smile, Dorothy...
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cry. It's just that...
I'm scared, Dorothy.
You're so...
You know that guard uniform is just too big for you, but you look good in anything, don't you. But I don't know what I'm looking at anymore, Dorothy. I don't know what you're thinking.
Zech's always understood you better, maybe this all makes sense to him.
Where is he, anyhow? Shouldn't he have been home by now?
He was just supposed to run some errands, but it's been like an hour...
I'd hate to see how slow he'd drive if he Hadn't bought that sportscar. Actually, if he didn't enjoy driving so much, he might just stick to getting the errands done and be back sooner. I think I'll steal his keys and leave him with the behemoth for a week and see how he likes it. Right, Dor?
Dorothy?
Zechs?
Where is everyone?...
Where am I?...
Why's it so dark?...
I'm... so cold.
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I am coming, Luc.
Just a little longer...
Sleep just a little longer, Luc.
It must be done before you wake.
Before Zechs makes another move.
He would only try to stop me.
Such vanity. His presence drove me to this. I will not let it divert me from the pitiful resolution I now seek.
The doctor is all that stands in my way.
So for now, you will be silenced, Milliardo.
When it is done, She will wake.
When she wakes, she will understand.
Will you understand, Zechs Peacecraft?
A king should accept the valiant acts of his subjects towards the betterment of his kingdom.
A king should understand sacrifice.
A little longer, Zechs.
You will understand sacrifice.
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Dedicated to ReBoo. Thank you.
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You have no idea how relieved I am to see you smile, Dorothy.
It just seems like everything's been so tense lately. This is so what I needed, time away from it all.
Do you even know these old people you're playing against?
Oh, Dorothy, I didn't mean to laugh. I think it's adorable. Who'd imagine that a governing daughter of aristocracy would step down off her high horse to sit with some nice, old strangers in a hospital just to play cards and cheer them up.
You know, your employees just won't respect you if they ever find out what a softy you are.
Oh, I'm sorry. Shouldn't be giggling during such an intense match, should I.
See I have the advantage. The one who sits out the game gets to see what Everyone else has in their hands. And I happen to know that the 5 of hearts you're about to pull is your biggest mistake this week. Yep, Mrs. Fairbanks is about to show you the meaning of defeat, Missy. And your seductive smile won't be worth a cent against her. See if it was Mr. Willis there, I bet a cute pout and that big chest of yours would buy you the world.
You always did have a beautiful smile, hun. I wish I could see it more. Do you know how many pictures of you we have? All over the house. One wonderful Zechs, one stunning Dorothy, and one plain old me, quite the trio. But I've been meaning to admonish you one more time about those pictures, girl. What's your problem with smiling?
I mean you're smiling in them all, but I know you're faking it. I've seen that crest smile when you're at galas and board meetings. Those aren't real Dorothy smiles. It hurts, hun. I know there's something you're not telling me when we're all together.
Sorry, sorry. I keep forgetting to shut my fat mouth while a game is on. Don't want to interrupt such an important round. Especially when I'm about to watch you crash'n'burn. But surely your sweet, kind sister Luc wouldn't stand for anyone taking a win from my girl Dorothy. Especially in your horrific state, wheelchair-bound and all. You're so silly sometimes, but it'll catch up to you someday. You know, a nurse might come along and notice that wheelchair missing, then what would you do, hmm?
See there? A security guard. I bet he's on to you. In fact, I'm going to go talk to him now, and tell him I saw that sexy blonde at the cardtable deliberately steal goverment property. Yep, no more joy rides for you.
I am so in the wrong line of work. Look at this, Dor. What did I ever do to deserve the hours I get slaving away over a desk or tarmac while Mr. Big Bad Gaurdtype here gets a paycheck for wandering around counting heads. Now That's a crime, I tell ya.
Hey Guard! Vehicle Thief! Right Here!
Just kidding. Seesh, he doesn't even see me. I really would have had to yell to get that blockhead's attention. Some dunce he is, doesn't even see a superior officer in the room. He sure noticed you though. Even in attendee scrubs, that figure of yours just doesn't quit, does it. Poor idiot's been back to your table three times to check out the game. Apparently he thinks your hiding cards down the front of your shirt. Men.
Still sticking to your game, eh? You smart not to look up at him, he might get a nosebleed. Anyhow, he's going now. Now I get to see you writhe under the crushing prowess of old Mrs. Fairbanks. But it's your turn first. Doesn't matter, You've got NOTHING. Yeah, I'm allowed to laugh. That's usually the hand I'm stuck trying to play.
Why'd you put your hand face down?
You're pulling back from the table?
You know better than to leave during your turn. How rude.
Oh, you wanted to talk to the guard...
....
Dorothy...
Talk to me, Dorothy, please? I don't understand...
You thought it'd be cute to see if you could trip him with a wheelchair legarm? What are you proving here?
What the Hell's Wrong with you, Girl!
Did't you hear his collarbone snap? That could have been his neck. What's gotten into you? And Again? Dorothy, Please, STOP!
I was kidding about telling him to report you, hun. All he had was a radio on him...
That you're taking...
And turning back to the table...
And finishing your hand of cards...
What you expect the others to be ok with that? They're in shock for goodness sake. But you just play your hand like nothing happen...
Shrewd play, holding off Fairbanks another round. So you knew her hand afterall.
They, they're calming down now. Talking them all back to the game?
Dorothy, you're a monster sometimes, a cold heartless monster.
Only a monster would smile through something like that.
You're still smiling...
Dorothy, it's getting cold... so cold... stop it please...
That smile... is real... and was there all along because you had planned something so violent...
What are you doing? Why did you take him down like that? Why are you even here? This is a hospital for Pete's sake.
No wonder I never saw you smile... There was no blood on your hands with us. Is that what makes your smile? Violence? Pain?
Magerson wins. Guess I hadn't figured he'd get another turn to even try. So now you're the perfect host again, thanking them for the game, leaving the table. Putting that body on the wheelchair, and now you're the perfect attendee again. How many hats are you wearing today?
What's your explanation to them? Those old ears have heard lifetimes of excuses and lies, yet your silver tongue twists their better judgements like breadties. Only you, hun. Only you could brutally incapacitate an unarmed guard, and by the time you leave the room have friendly waves and even a few prideful cheers.
What is your mission, Dorothy?
So now you have a guard's uniform and a radio. Good thing he was unarmed. That's the only reason he's alive, isn't it.
I guess I should just keep quiet about this, shouldn't I. This is a combat situation. Must be. And I'm just watching it all unfold around you. I guess I've never seen you work alone like this. I guess I can accept it. We all have missions that uncover something dark inside us.
But your smile...
It's a beautiful smile, Dorothy...
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cry. It's just that...
I'm scared, Dorothy.
You're so...
You know that guard uniform is just too big for you, but you look good in anything, don't you. But I don't know what I'm looking at anymore, Dorothy. I don't know what you're thinking.
Zech's always understood you better, maybe this all makes sense to him.
Where is he, anyhow? Shouldn't he have been home by now?
He was just supposed to run some errands, but it's been like an hour...
I'd hate to see how slow he'd drive if he Hadn't bought that sportscar. Actually, if he didn't enjoy driving so much, he might just stick to getting the errands done and be back sooner. I think I'll steal his keys and leave him with the behemoth for a week and see how he likes it. Right, Dor?
Dorothy?
Zechs?
Where is everyone?...
Where am I?...
Why's it so dark?...
I'm... so cold.
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I am coming, Luc.
Just a little longer...
Sleep just a little longer, Luc.
It must be done before you wake.
Before Zechs makes another move.
He would only try to stop me.
Such vanity. His presence drove me to this. I will not let it divert me from the pitiful resolution I now seek.
The doctor is all that stands in my way.
So for now, you will be silenced, Milliardo.
When it is done, She will wake.
When she wakes, she will understand.
Will you understand, Zechs Peacecraft?
A king should accept the valiant acts of his subjects towards the betterment of his kingdom.
A king should understand sacrifice.
A little longer, Zechs.
You will understand sacrifice.
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