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I imagine monogamy is probably more of a scandal in Little Hades, don't you think?

So really, if you'd like to avoid a scandal...

[What is this conversation even]

[what is even happening]

And what happens when one drug addicted, corpse-faced lunatic finds out about the other drug addicted, corpse-faced lunatic?

OH MY GOD. What is my life, Elizabeth.

Wow Chris, it's almost like you have a type. I mean, I like a murdering stud as much as the next girl, but I'm not so keen on the whole 'corpse-face' thing. [all the teasing]

I don't have a type!

[Christine, you have a type.]

I don't know, noses do get in the way of things. Though it is awfully awkward when you have a nose and it accidentally ends up--

WHY AM I TELLING YOU THIS. What's that convenient acronym. TMI. There we go.

You found 2 corpse-faced drug addict lunatics, as you said. I think that constitutes having a type. If you think noses get in the way, who am I to stand between you and your happiness? [All the rest of the teasing.]

Don't worry, you really won't disgust me with talk like that. I spent a while in a department store filled will spliced up maniacs, and they aren't exactly easy on the eyes. Once you see someone with no lips and a tumor bigger than thier head, it's difficult to top.

[[AND THE HELLBUCKS WE'RE GONNA GET FOR IT AIN'T BAD, EITHER.]]

I fully admit that I was searching for Erik rather relentlessly. Hancock was...an accident. An odd coincidence that piqued my curiosity. That's all. He's just a close friend, much like you are.[SAYS THE WOMAN NOT-SO-SUBTLY FLIRTING WITH LIZ'S YOUNGER-SELF...

Erik, put your woman on a goddamn leash already.]

Well, in that case... It is a rather odd sensation when your nose ends up where theirs should be. Deformed lips may look disgusting but they sure are capable of bringing unparalleled pleasure. This is still really TMI. You don't want to know about my sex life.

[Even though Elizabeth can probably guess??? All the weird bruises Christine ends up with...]

Sure, Chris. I am one hundred percent convinced, really.

Hm, I can imagine that; at least it's one less thing to get in the way?

[This is a very strange conversation-- not overly disturbing, but strange.]

Pleasure is largely tactical, isn't it? Different lips, different textures; I don't imagine there's too much distinction. Besides, attraction is about more than the physical form.

Oh, please. I've read books more scandalous than this conversation.

I seem to recall noses do get in the way of such passionate kissing. But it's been a while since I've engaged in such an activity with someone that actually. You know. Has a nose.

[The tattered remnants of Christine's Victorian manners? ]

I know, I know. It's just a bit odd to actually talk to someone about these things in such detail. I rarely even had conversations of this nature with my husband. The one I actually married. Raoul.

[omg Christine. Liz snickers to herself.]

And you say you don't have a type. Noses aren't that intrusive, you know. I don't exactly have any personal experience to draw on, but I think it's a fair assumption.

[teasing, and still:]

I think I might need a chart to keep your romantic endeavors straight. Should we be happy this Raoul hasn't shown up here, too?

I do suppose Erik and Hancock both do have that particular feature (or lack thereof) in common. But that doesn't mean I have a type!

[Denial, thy name is Christine.]

My romantic endeavors consist of Erik and Raoul. That's it. Erik, the man I should have married. The one that showed me how truly beautiful the world could be. The one for whom I traveled across Hell to find. Raoul, the man I did marry, my childhood sweetheart. The sweet little boy that ran into the ice cold sea to fetch my scarf. Someone who is definitely too pure of heart to last very long down here. If he ended up in Hell, for whatever reason, I'd drag him back up to Heaven myself. Even if he came down here looking for me. He deserves better. He always deserved better than me.

You know, it's a pity I can't open tears anymore; I could show you Rapture. Plasmids and Gene Tonics are all the rage-- one side effect of which includes various levels of deformity. A lot of the Splices I gunned down didn't have any noses. Maybe we could have found you another for your collection?

I don't know the whole story Chris, but don't sell yourself short, okay?

Two hardly constitutes a collection. And I don't intend to start one!

I was young. I was stupid. I didn't know what I wanted because I was afraid.

Except I did know what I want, I just didn't think myself strong enough to accept it and poor Raoul got caught in the crossfire. I dragged him into everything because I thought he could protect me from myself. Whisk me away to a simpler world where the darkness wouldn't consume me.

It wasn't fair to him. Because of it, he nearly lost his life. All he wanted was to save me. But I suppose, I saved him, in the end.

It still wasn't fair to have put him through all that, though. And for him to stay by my side even after I--

Truly, Raoul is too pure of heart.

Everyone is young and stupid at once point; I'm certainly no exception. [a little bitter, a little sheepish. Oh, the thoughts her younger self clung to; the don't quite sit right anymore.]

Sometimes we do ugly things. Sometimes we hurt people that we never meant to hurt. There is no washing it away... we have to learn to live with it.

The truth isn't always cheery, is it?

It shouldn't bother me as much as it does. Raoul certainly seemed at peace about it. I just can't help but wonder if his life would have turned out much happier without me.

But I've been obsessing over might-have-beens for my entire existence, really.

The truth is awful. I think I've always been running away from it.

Maybe, maybe not. The most accurate answer would be in some cases yes, and some cases no. That's how the multiverse works. You can't make yourself singularly responsible for the consequences of his choices.

It's the easier option, isn't it? I understand hiding from the truth

But somehow it always catches up.

I don't think any of us had much of a choice, in the end. And I don't think any of us were destined for a happily ever after, either.

Which is very much in line with many of the fairy tales from when I was alive, I suppose.

[And she'll just be leaving it at that, despite knowing Elizabeth is right. Christine just doesn't wish to acknowledge that the truth is catching up to her.

Namely, her sins are adding up. Shiny angel status is not a guarantee.]

Huh, it almost sounds like you've also seen the vast scope of the multiverse; that is some very accurate understanding of its workings, Chris.

Or maybe I've just spent a little too much time inside my own head. It's amazing what sorts of things one can theorize when left to their own devices.

I understand completely.

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