The Morbid Socialite stared into the Chimeric Professor's eyes, focused on the way the pupils were shaped and their gaze into him. His lips thinned and he nodded, prepared for the questions:
"So long as I live, I will attend to my work. No matter how long it may take, no matter how many detours, I know my destination. A year, a few years, a lifetime, they mean nothing so long as I have hands that move and a mind that thinks."
"I do not know how time may impact the results. I have done my best to stay the hands of time, prevent it from impacting the final results, but my efforts may be in vain, if my subject were to sit so long as to turn to dust, so there is some limit, I suppose."
"I do not know. I am unaware of what the Masters of the Bazaar are capable of, whether it is omnipotence or mere magic or the limitations of science. But they have promised the winner's heart's desire and this is my one desire. If they feel I owe them, then it is there fault for promising a vague reward for a simple game."
"I could die in peace, but I would wish to live. When the final arrangements are made, then I can rest assured that, should I die in the process, the results will be taken care of. However, if the results are realized, then I should not want to die. My life would not end definitively, but I am not sure I could ever truly live again, should my desire be completely impossible. Not with the hole in my heart and the drive eliminated. I will be as good as dead, if not in body, then in spirit."
"It depends entirely on how the results play out. If my desire is realized in full, without twisting of my wishes, then they will celebrate. If I were to sacrifice more than I could give for a subpar or devastating or even painful result, I fear they shall despise me, though I have no basis for such a fear. With such a wide range of negative results, I am unsure of if I will be forgiven, nor if I should require forgiveness."
While parts of the truth may have been hidden, they were not lies. There was not a single falsehood in what the Socialite said and it was clear as day on their face.
Re: A Morbid Appointment
"So long as I live, I will attend to my work. No matter how long it may take, no matter how many detours, I know my destination. A year, a few years, a lifetime, they mean nothing so long as I have hands that move and a mind that thinks."
"I do not know how time may impact the results. I have done my best to stay the hands of time, prevent it from impacting the final results, but my efforts may be in vain, if my subject were to sit so long as to turn to dust, so there is some limit, I suppose."
"I do not know. I am unaware of what the Masters of the Bazaar are capable of, whether it is omnipotence or mere magic or the limitations of science. But they have promised the winner's heart's desire and this is my one desire. If they feel I owe them, then it is there fault for promising a vague reward for a simple game."
"I could die in peace, but I would wish to live. When the final arrangements are made, then I can rest assured that, should I die in the process, the results will be taken care of. However, if the results are realized, then I should not want to die. My life would not end definitively, but I am not sure I could ever truly live again, should my desire be completely impossible. Not with the hole in my heart and the drive eliminated. I will be as good as dead, if not in body, then in spirit."
"It depends entirely on how the results play out. If my desire is realized in full, without twisting of my wishes, then they will celebrate. If I were to sacrifice more than I could give for a subpar or devastating or even painful result, I fear they shall despise me, though I have no basis for such a fear. With such a wide range of negative results, I am unsure of if I will be forgiven, nor if I should require forgiveness."
While parts of the truth may have been hidden, they were not lies. There was not a single falsehood in what the Socialite said and it was clear as day on their face.