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[One Juan Borgia's bedroom, a little lounge area by the window, a fuckton of pillows on it, and a Juan resting on them. Go]

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[well, we both know that wasn't you]

A destiny I intend to avoid.

And if you can not, how will you deal with our sister's wrath?

As I will deal with our father's wrath at your death. I will accept her anger and know that what I did was right.

...as I knew what I did was right.

We will never be in agreement on that point.

but that is not what matters, only that you would commit the act against him and our sister, just as I did.

Enough!

[I'm going to go smash your stuff, thank you very much]

...

If you did not know I was right, you wouldn't rage so much against it.

[sorry, I can't hear you over me smashing your stuff loudly]

Does that make you feel better about the truth, brother?

Only if it makes you feel worse about it.

[going to go now]

[getting up to stop him... and look over at what was broken]

Why do you do these things?

Because I cannot stab you again.

Have you thought of taking your frustration out on the undead?

[do you really want to make this worse, Juan?]

I am so glad to have your infinite wisdom to help guide me, brother.

...

What am I to say? You murdered me and I offered you forgiveness, our brother would throw you out and I argued your case, you would break your promises and I would still give you my end of the bargain, you treat me with disdain and I would have us as a family again. And now you break my possessions on my home, and I would simply have you cease the destruction of what little I have gathered here.

Were I to act as I did before your death I would destroy your belongings in turn, I would have made the strike and tied weights to you so you would always wake at the bottom of the pond, I would let our brother have his way and exile you to Spain, and I would turn to him who has acted more like family than you. I would have your dignity stripped bare, until all in this place know how black your soul has become.

-But I do not, because you are still my brother, remember that.

Edited 2012-10-14 18:00 (UTC)

[taking a deep breath to steady himself]

I have told you time and again that I cannot forgive you in an instant. Give me time and our wounds may yet mend.

And what of mine? Am I to remain patient while your injuries are tended to? I have been abandoned by you and my sister both. Have I not been raveged by disease and madness, during then was I not mocked and then lost what honor I had? You have suffered, but I have as well, and I did not lie when I spoke of our pain. Would you have me swallow it as you have done, and become what you are now? That will simply leave us as it did before, and all your healing will be undone.

My love for you has been strained to the absolute limit, both by your behavior and by this place. If we are to heal then I need space. Whatever you do in my absence means little to me, but I know no wounds will heal while we are forced into each others space.

Do you actually love me brother? I asked long ago, and received no clear answer.

Yes.

[and now he really is going to leave]

[mostly to himself]

I regret giving those to you already.

[he's going to leave the bag in the hallway, not wanting to be in charge of your vices anymore]

[dick]

[how is that a dick move? other than him basically saying he doesn't accept your apology]

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