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The truth can be very entertaining, but better, my sweets, when it's given willingly.

[Private to Iago]

I doubt you are enjoying yourself as much as I am, so I have a proposal. Come to my cabin. We'll sit and talk -- or rather ask questions. I am affected -- I do not know if you are, but I have little reason to suppose you are not. So better to ride it out in a safe place, oui? And with all hope the flood shall have concluded by tomorrow.

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That's not the game, Iago. You might distract me by asking questions.

Fine. Did you know this would happen, Marquis?

What would happen?

Between myself and Judas. You must have known that I was lying and manipulating him at first.

I could not have predicted your exact intentions, nor their ultimate outcome. I could only wait and watch and hope he had some positive impact upon you.

And you think that it did? What would you have me do now? If you could choose my actions, that is.

I think that it did.

And in truth, I would have you reconcile. If your relationship ends because there is no longer love there, that is one thing. That is an honest reason to end things. But Monsieur Iscariot has not been deceitful to you. He has not betrayed you. You were both betrayed by one man.

He read your journal, but he would not have if things were not dire. Perhaps he hoped to find a reason to accept your separation, but the man in those entries is no longer you.

I will not apologize for any of this. It's not my fault. [He put a hand to his head.] It's not my fault. [He wasn't even aware that he was repeating himself.]

Did you love her? The...the girl?

With all my heart.

Why?

Because she treated me like a normal man and not a lunatic or a monster.

Did she love you back?

Not romantically. As one would a friend, or a teacher.

[Iago tried to stand again, using the table for support.]

What did you...think of that?

[pleasantly enough, but clearly distracted] I would have slept with her if I could have. But I already knew she had her heart set on someone else.

[Iago walked over to the wall and leaned against it, needing to stretch his legs from sitting. And he needed a change of position.]

I'm sorry. [He wasn't, but he had run out of questions that mattered to him.]

For what, Iago?

[He paused.] I suppose for this. [He absently waved a hand around the room.] For all this. I don't actually feel regret, though. [He laughed humorlessly.] I just said it because I felt it needed to be said.

Is that true?

[He threw his hands in the air.] Of course it's true. I can't lie, remember?

No. You can't answer a question dishonestly.

Is that the wine or your true feelings?

[Iago shrugged.] I don't often drink for this reason. I don't know. And I don't like not knowing.

Is there something you want more than to feel nothing or to forget?

Right now? No. I want to feel nothing. I don't want to forget because then I would just make the same mistakes again. But I want to feel nothing like I did before.

I will give you respite for the remainder of this flood then, Iago.

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