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Pity and the Bottle

Posted in Dialogue, Fiction with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on September 1, 2016 by Rathan Krueger

POLLY
Why don’t you put the bottle down?

FRANCESCA
No point, didn’t you know? I’m worthless.

POLLY
No one’s worthless, Francesca.

FRANCESCA
Tell that to the dead.

POLLY
But you’re not.

FRANCESCA
Sure as fuck seems like it.

POLLY
You’re talking to me right now, and drinking more than you should. The dead don’t do much else besides bloat and rot.

FRANCESCA
Once a month, I get bloated and feel rotten. Same diff.

POLLY
That has nothing to do with being dead and you know it. What’s with this pity parade?

FRANCESCA
A gal can’t feel fucking sorry for herself sometimes?

POLLY
Not when it leads to being self-destructive.

FRANCESCA
I don’t see any broken windows.

POLLY
I see empty bottles.

FRANCESCA
Ah, shut–

POLLY
They weren’t here last week when I was here. Which means they were bought recently. You’re the only one who lives here. Which means that your liver and bladder are at least 70-proof.

FRANCESCA
Maybe I wanted to pretend I’m in college again.

POLLY
You hated college.

FRANCESCA
Then my behavior isn’t so outstanding, is it?

POLLY
Yes, Francesca, yes, it fucking is. You’re better than this. You’re so much better than this. We used to make fun of people who did what you’re doing.

FRANCESCA
And what, my captain, am I doing that’s bait for our mocking eyes?

POLLY
You’re trying to burn whatever problem you’re going through with fire water, but it’s never the answer. Not in college. Not now. Not when you’re dead. Talk to me.

FRANCESCA
I am talking to you. See? “Hi, Polly! Sunny day, eh? Want a cracker?”

POLLY
Is it because of something I did?

FRANCESCA
“I bet you think this song is about you…”

POLLY
You’re trying to make me angry and you’re scaring me.

FRANCESCA
You want scary, you should look at what I left in the bathroom. It gets really hard to find the toilet sometimes.

POLLY
What? What the fuck is it?

FRANCESCA
I’ve got you swearing.

POLLY
Yes, Francesca, damnit. You’ve got me fucking swearing. Are you fucking happy now?

FRANCESCA
If I was happy, would I be surrounded by all these dead soldiers?

POLLY
I know what you’re trying to do.

FRANCESCA
Oh? Share your feelings with the group.

POLLY
You’re trying to push me away. You’re trying to make yourself the victim so that you can feel better about this bullshit you’re putting your body through.

FRANCESCA
Actually, this is high-end tequila.

POLLY
I don’t care, give it to me.

FRANCESCA
No. And if you try to take it from me, I will beat you to death with it, bitch, I don’t care how long we’ve been friends.

POLLY
You’d break the bottle.

FRANCESCA
And I would sip whatever I could off your corpse. You’ve had body shots done off of you, you know what that’s like.

POLLY
Did something happen with your family?

FRANCESCA
No, nothing happened with my family. Nothing ever happens with my family. Nothing never-ever happens with my fucking family. Fuck, I thought you were my friend.

POLLY
Stop being condescending.

FRANCESCA
I’ll be what I want, I’m grown.

POLLY
Yes, you are, so stop acting like a brat.

FRANCESCA
Ooo, “brat”! I thought I had you swearing. You should’ve said something more along the lines of “bitch”. Or are you going back to schoolyard swears, doody-head?

POLLY
I don’t get you right now.

FRANCESCA
You’re not supposed to.

POLLY
Did someone turn you down?

FRANCESCA
“Want a cracker?”

POLLY
That’s it? You’re destroying your life because of a piece of ass?

FRANCESCA
Would that make me the stereotype? Would my pain be less valid if I was a trope?

POLLY
Nothing about you is less valid, Francesca, it’s just that…

FRANCESCA
Just what? A woman can’t have her heart broken and be a mess? I’m sorry if I’m not evolved enough to match your critique on modern femininity.

POLLY
Was it a man?

FRANCESCA
Why would it matter? Heartache is heartache. I didn’t know agony depended on gender. It was a hermaphrodite. There. Now the feminists won’t know what to make of me.

POLLY
I don’t… I don’t get…

FRANCESCA
What? Just because you have thoughts different from mine about relationships doesn’t make my problems enigmatic. I never felt that your issues were weird. Your jumping from person to person because you got what you needed from them… that sort of thing made you you and those you dated knew what they were getting into.

POLLY
But you’re killing yourself over someone.

FRANCESCA
I’m mourning what could’ve been. If that’s too romantic for you, there’s the door. I didn’t ask you to be a part of this. Fuck, I didn’t even ask you to be here. Why did you come here in the first fucking place?

POLLY
I wanted to… I wanted to know if… if…

FRANCESCA
Speak, bitch.

POLLY
I wanted to know if you’d be my fucking wingman, ok? But I know how fucking ridiculously absurd that is now, with the state of you.

FRANCESCA
Yeah, I think it’d be a bad idea to bring the relapsed alcoholic into a situation that made her slip up in the first place.

POLLY
…you were an alcoholic?

FRANCESCA
Wanna see my chips? Or what’s left of them. I cut ’em all up last night.

POLLY
I didn’t know.

FRANCESCA
That’s the thing about drunks: they’re very clever about hiding their problems. At least, until they throw up on a cop after they bust you for a DUI.

POLLY
But you can’t let yourself go, I don’t care who hurt you.

FRANCESCA
That’s the thing about romantics: they can.

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Daily Dialogue: Cauldron of Malice – Chapter Seven

Posted in Dialogue, Fiction with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on August 11, 2015 by Rathan Krueger

Here’s Chapter One.

Today’s a little late and a little short because something came up, but I still wanted to write something because I wanna stay committed to my goal and because I enjoy these characters too much to skip out on them.

Catherine
Anarchy through manslaughter… I do enjoy this new age of yours. Oh. “Manslaughter.” Catherine, you’re too much. Agatha? Agatha?

Agatha
Hmm, yes?

Catherine
You were drifting away.

Agatha
Apologies, the notion of what my commencement means arrived before me.

Catherine
Really now? What reality unveiled itself to you?

Agatha
One in which the patriarchal road to ruin is paved with good intention, and lacquered in blood.

Catherine
But those who walk upon it must be careful, yes? The slickness might do more harm than good for those overzealous wanderers.

Agatha
I suppose.

Catherine
A murderess mustn’t fall prey to suppositions. Every action must be definite, true, or else cracks of disclosure might reveal themselves.

Agatha
“Cracks of disclosure?”

Catherine
The deformities that lead police to their front door, lousy with shackles of the physical and emotional.

Agatha
Ah. Then a pox on supposition.

Catherine
A pox and a fine layer of manure.

Agatha
Indeed. Speaking of manure…

Catherine
Yes?

Agatha
We should go back to fertilizing the new you.

Catherine
Refining our loquaciousness, eh?

Agatha
I’d like to think of it as repaying a debt.

Catherine
What do we place under the magnifying glass now?

Agatha
I feel that we should take a particular event in your life and demolish it.

Catherine
Is that the rapping of spite I hear upon my door?

Agatha
Not at all.

Catherine
Oh?

Agatha
Mayhaps the slightest swipe.

Catherine
Honesty makes queens of us all, dear Agatha.

Agatha
Then be the queen of misrule and unfetter yourself upon me. No sense in suffering in silence, given the purpose you’ve given me.

Catherine
You would suffer me?

Agatha
I’ve done nothing but thus far. In the most pleasant sense, of course.

Catherine
You thrill me, dear Agatha.

Daily Dialogue: Cauldron of Malice – Chapter Six

Posted in Dialogue, Fiction with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on August 10, 2015 by Rathan Krueger

Here’s Chapter One.

Agatha
Wh–

Catherine
I believe we’ve delved enough into my miseries for a while. Lest we forget your knighthood into execution.

Agatha
Oh. Oh yes, that.

Catherine
Don’t sound so disappointed, dear Agatha.

Agatha
Forgive me.

Catherine
Remember: the finest way to establish female dominance in this misogynist age is by righteous, incidental slaughter.

Agatha
But what of your killings?

Catherine
You need to be tainted by blood more than I, and need a stronger purpose than I, because of your status. If you slayed those you chose to assist you, why, you’d be labeled mad and sent to bedlam most profusely. A lady of the court needs to hold herself in higher esteem. But if your felonious yearnings were the bastions of morality, you’d be heralded for ages untold.

Agatha
I suppose you have a point.

Catherine
Speaking of “points,” oh me, oh my, we must find you a manslaughter apparatus. You can’t kill someone by merely willing it.

Agatha
Should I not find the sinister urge, firstly?

Catherine
The woman not maketh the clothes, dear Agatha. If someone offered you a hug, how would you react?

Agatha
I would think to recoil a bit.

Catherine
No cord or twine for you, then. What comes to mind when you think of mounds of freshly driven snow?

Agatha
Poking it with a finger until I make the shape of a face.

Catherine
Would you allow someone to drink milk that has long since passed freshness?

Agatha
If they don’t have the sense to see the obvious, I don’t have the patience to be their sense.

Catherine
Does the sound of shattered glass excite you?

Agatha
Very much so.

Catherine
You’re a greedy, queer one.

Agatha
Oh?

Catherine
Poison, knives, and firearms are all within you purview.

Agatha
How did you extinguish life?

Catherine
A tightening of a slipknot and a little patience.

Agatha
Which would you suggest for me?

Catherine
Each of the three has their charm, so it’s a matter of what’s easiest to obtain and which brings the least alarm.

Agatha
I suppose that eliminates the pistol.

Catherine
I suppose it does.

Agatha
Damnation. I do love a good pop.

Catherine
Would you say that you are a steady woman?

Agatha
No… holding my balance is clearly not one of my virtues, any of my relations would profess to you.

Catherine
Then you deserve the blade.

Agatha
Why not poison?

Catherine
Phials are a fragile thing, and you wouldn’t want to be ended by what you intended for someone else because you bumped into an escritoire.

Agatha
No, not in the least.

Catherine
Fret not, dear Agatha, for there is quite the range of bladed devices for you to wield. From a surgeon’s scalpel to a soldier’s zweihander.

Agatha
I don’t think a sword that shares my height would be very discreet.

Catherine
True, but it is a delightful visual for me.

Agatha
I do enjoy the idea of using a tool of warfare against the patriarchy. The irony of phallic objects and such.

Catherine
And such. What, then, catches your fancy?

Agatha
It would have to be something that is prevalent in every person of wealth’s home, so less attention could find me.

Catherine
As if anyone would expect a woman could have the wherewithal to be a murderer. We’re so dainty and fair!

Agatha
The fools. A rapier. Yes, I shall wield a rapier.

Catherine
Do you plan on carrying it with you wherever your… travels take you?

Agatha
No. Maybe have a few places in the city to commit my crimes uninterrupted, then leave copies of my weapon of choice there and leap twixt them all.

Catherine
What will you name them?

Agatha
“Revolution.”

Daily Dialogue: Cauldron of Malice – Chapter Five

Posted in Dialogue, Fiction with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on August 7, 2015 by Rathan Krueger

Here’s Chapter One.

Agatha
You’ve stated that out of the 14 people you’ve asked for help, you’ve not left one alive.

Catherine
That’s correct.

Agatha
Did you mean to give them purchase?

Catherine
Meaning that my intention was to kill? No, dear Agatha, like I told you: I killed them when their uselessness became supreme.

Agatha
But was that always meant to be their end? Did you always mean to end them when they didn’t matter to you?

Catherine
Oh. No.

Agatha
Why kill them, then?

Catherine
It began as an accident, then accident became ritual.

Agatha
When did the colors fade into one another?

Catherine
The fourth would-be helper.

Agatha
Why do you feel the need to incorporate your lovers into your life?

Catherine
My, you’re a little jitterbug, aren’t you?

Agatha
Consider it shock therapy. Volleying many inquiries that don’t flow into one another keeps your replies unprepared. And more true.

Catherine
I do adore your rationale. Why, why, why… Do you involve your husband in your affairs?

Agatha
I don’t have a choice. Marriage, sadly, tears down walls of privacy and seclusion. But don’t think that I wouldn’t leave him unawares if the opportunity ever presented itself.

Catherine
I see. Maybe because the ideal relationship, in my mind, is one where both parties share everything.

Agatha
Have they ever offered to share first?

Catherine
No, I believe not.

Agatha
Have they ever shared more than you?

Catherine
I was always more the cornucopia.

Agatha
Have you ever killed a companion?

Catherine
No, that would be worse than death for me.

Agatha
Yet you have no issue with murdering those whom you choose to help you through your pain.

Catherine
Because they’ve failed me, and I detest failure.

Agatha
Do you consider your past relationships failures?

Catherine
No, of course not.

Agatha
Then what do you consider them to be?

Catherine
I… I… don’t… know.

Agatha
Was your first helper a kidnapping victim?

Catherine
They all were.

Agatha
What was the first like?

Catherine
Whitney was–

Agatha
Whitney was a woman?

Catherine
Yes.

Agatha
Were they all?

Catherine
Why would I go to a man about matters of pained femininity? Whitney was what you would call a frequent bar patron.

Agatha
A libations expert.

Catherine
Heh, quite. One late night, or early morning, whichever statement suits you, she happened to have found her way into my carriage.

Agatha
Those pesky carriages always manage to find gudgeons.

Catherine
Indeed. When she was a bit more clear-headed, I told her what I wanted from her. She wouldn’t hear of it, though. She kept clamoring on about wanting to be let go and wanting more spirits. On and on. The final straw was her releasing her bowels on the marble floor. I had no choice but to… deal with her, so I did.

Agatha
How did you deal with her?

Catherine
I was angry, you see, because I wanted things to go well. Because of that, I might have gone a bit too far. In any case, she was the same consistency of her shit when I was finished with her.

Agatha
You could have let her go.

Catherine
And have her tell the world that she set foot in my establishment? Pish-posh, dear Agatha. Pish-posh and hornswallow.

Agatha
Do you ever think you’ll love again?

Catherine
I’m acutely aware that I will. Which is why I desire your help to change my dependent ways.

Agatha
How bad did it get? Your dependence on others?

Catherine
I almost lost my life.

Agatha
Why?

Catherine
Because when they left me, I found that there was more of them in me than me. Do you know what that’s like?

Agatha
No, and, begging your pardon, I would like not to ever know.

Catherine
When there is so little of you left, one wonders why to bother existing.

Agatha
Have you ever participated in self-mutilation?

Catherine
I… think that’s a question best left for later.

Daily Dialogue: Cauldron of Malice – Chapter Four

Posted in Dialogue, Fiction with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on August 6, 2015 by Rathan Krueger

Here’s Chapter One.

Catherine
Shall I start with the worst or the… least-worst?

Agatha
Completely up to you, Catherine. If you rise from the miasma, you have not else to go but up. If you wade in the shallow end, the pain is less, but the intensity grows with each stroke.

Catherine
Would you judge me in either path I take?

Agatha
Only if you don’t finish your journey.

Catherine
Fair play.

Agatha
Would it help if I urged things along?

Catherine
I wouldn’t turn away a helping hand.

Agatha
Your dependencies…

Catherine
Yes?

Agatha
Have they always been human?

Catherine
I don’t understand.

Agatha
Some people choose animals to help them through the dark times. Others choose a totem of some sort.

Catherine
No, I’ve denied myself the crutch of fauna and homunculi.

Agatha
Were you ever strong enough to not need someone?

Catherine
Such barbs…

Agatha
When it comes time for you to teach me in the ways of homicide, I know I’ll be spared the velvet glove.

Catherine
Indeed.

Agatha
So consider this a petty, preemptive revenge.

Catherine
Heh, I see. Yes. Once upon a midnight dreary, I was self-sufficient enough to need only my person. Then dreariness took me, as it takes all things.

Agatha
Have you taken your problem to those in the company of Freud?

Catherine
Those stuffed shirts and bushy beards can only cure the cause, not the symptom.

Agatha
Then you were healed once?

Catherine
If a patient can be cured of half a cold, yes.

Agatha
If those educated to help the mind haven’t been able to help you, what chance does one such as myself have?

Catherine
I didn’t want them to help me.

Agatha
I do believe you’re slightly mad.

Catherine
See? Already you’re better than the cerebral brigade.

Agatha
Have you gotten anyone else to help you in the interim twixt the brigade and myself?

Catherine
I fear the answers down this road will frighten you.

Agatha
I’ve steeled myself against most horrors as we have spoken to one another.

Catherine
Yes.

Agatha
How many?

Catherine
Fourteen.

Agatha
And… how many people have you killed?

Catherine
Fourteen.

Agatha
And I’m here to service you as they had?

Catherine
Yes.

Agatha
What an ugly, yet beautiful world. Where did your victims fail?

Catherine
There isn’t a particular place. Rather, they just simply stopped being useful.

Agatha
Did you find them as you’ve found me?

Catherine
More or less. But don’t worry, I’ll warn you if you’re treading down a well-worn track.

Agatha
At least I’ll have that.

Catherine
At least you’ll have that.

Agatha
No sense in delaying, then. Tell me the worst instance of you depending on someone.

Catherine
They have a similarity to them. Thinking about it, the instances only differ by degrees.

Agatha
What makes them branches on the same tree?

Catherine
Love.

Agatha
The ballad of codependency… I should have known.

Catherine
Hmm?

Agatha
It’s what I refer to the typical relationship as. Whenever one speaks of love, they proclaim that they can’t live without the other, that they would do anything for the other, and whatever else the parrot squawks.

Catherine
Do you judge me?

Agatha
No. Only pity.

Catherine
I pity myself.

Agatha
Leave that to the adolescents. Tell me more of your ballad.

Catherine
When it plays, I try to incorporate my desirable into everything I do.

Agatha
And when they leave, do they take the brick or mortar?

Catherine
My world topples down… what’s the difference?

Agatha
Brick is substance. Mortar is support.

Catherine
Oh. Mortar. I may be love’s bitch, but I know to at least make my needs more important than theirs. Even if it’s slightly.

Daily Dialogue: Cauldron of Malice – Chapter Three

Posted in Dialogue, Fiction with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 5, 2015 by Rathan Krueger

Here’s Chapter One.

Catherine
Chaos, it seems, has a sense of humor.

Agatha
A teacup not shattering when dropped on a rug perhaps owes more to Newton than misrule.

Catherine
Perhaps.

Agatha
Is the worth of your currency still valid?

Catherine
Of course. I am just taken aback is all.

Agatha
Were you expecting to corrupt me first?

Catherine
No, I just expected–

Agatha
That we live in an orderly word.

Catherine
Heh. Slave and master.

Agatha
Might I inquire your age?

Catherine
Is that not something best left to lawyers and morticians?

Agatha
Between most women and men, yes. But we are not most women and men. Besides, you have a lot to confess. Might as well begin with your vanities.

Catherine
Fair play. Twenty-eight.

Agatha
Oh? I am older than my teacher?

Catherine
It’s not the sand in the hourglass, dear Agatha, it is the road the hourglass has been traveled.

Agatha
Then you insinuate that you are more experienced than I?

Catherine
Aren’t I?

Agatha
I have seen six years more of the world than you.

Catherine
And I have seen more of the world than you. Queer that a woman would value her age.

Agatha
Why is that?

Catherine
It is the thing that is volleyed at us by society as a handicap.

Agatha
I care not for a world that values vestigial virginity over all else, and I dare not participate in said world if I can avoid such.

Catherine
More and more, I find that I made the right choice in choosing you.

Agatha
Now, continue on your set path and reveal your pains to me. Your prosperity dependencies.

Catherine
Yes… yes. Where do I begin?

Agatha
At the beginning is always a sound position.

Catherine
Yes, but dreadfully typical. I don’t wish to take our wondrously peculiar situation into stoic realms.

Agatha
It would be worse than the guillotine, it would.

Catherine
Worse than a banquet with queen and court.

Agatha
Worse than fornication during my moons.

Catherine
I don’t mind that as much.

Agatha
…what?

Catherine
Oh, wipe that incredulity off of your face, dear Agatha. It is as fine a time as any for pleasure.

Agatha
Watch what devilry you speak.

Catherine
And why, might I ask, is it devilry?

Agatha
Blood leaks from within, and crampage reigns.

Catherine
Yes, but I do not have to worry about being with child soon after, and there is another… more carnal purpose.

Agatha
I feel faint.

Catherine
But carnality feels all the more richer when your nether-regions have–

Agatha
Harpy, be silent!

Catherine
Oh, you are so fun to tease, dear Agatha.

Agatha
Don’t think that I am unaware of your scheme.

Catherine
Oh?

Agatha
You wish to distract me, delay the inevitable for as long as possible. But that’s the dilemma with the inevitable: eventually, it arrives.

Catherine
Perhaps you’re too clever for my blood…

Agatha
I declare a momentary moratorium on the word “blood,” until you cease your aberration tactics.

Catherine
Of course.

Agatha
And all words synonymous with it.

Catherine
Damnation…

Agatha
So. Why do you need to go to such extremes, like kidnapping a lady of means, to help you depend on yourself for happiness?

Catherine
It is a long tale.

Agatha
I doubt you’ll be releasing me anytime soon–

Catherine
Heh, no, I won’t.

Agatha
–so time isn’t a consideration for me.

Catherine
Very well.

Daily Dialogue: Cauldron of Malice – Chapter Two

Posted in Dialogue, Fiction with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on August 4, 2015 by Rathan Krueger

Agatha
So, where do we… begin?

Catherine
What do you mean?

Agatha
Do we focus on my blooming into murderessdom, or on your internal happiness?

Catherine
I prefer to think of it as an infernal happiness, dear Agatha.

Agatha
Why such negativity for something so precious?

Catherine
The infernal brings me happiness, of course.

Agatha
You’re a very queer teacher, Catherine.

Catherine
Would I be right in suspecting that you’d enjoy an explanation?

Agatha
“Enjoy?” “Delight” would be a more pervasive word.

Catherine
Allow me to delight you, then.

Agatha
Oh joy.

Catherine
If I were to ask you to procure… five words to describe your perception of the world, which would they be?

Agatha
Shackled, malodorous… displeasing… oh, what’s the word… gilded… ripe.

Catherine
Would I be right in saying that you use those words in the negative?

Agatha
Each and every.

Catherine
Why did you choose “ripe?” You already used “malodorous.”

Agatha
“Ripe” in relation to produce, not aroma.

Catherine
Ah.

Agatha
Perhaps “pregnant” would have been a more succinct word.

Catherine
No, you chose well. Why would “ripe,” or “pregnant,” be adverse?

Agatha
Because if a juicy pomegranate were left on the stem, eventually it would rot.

Catherine
Then, you ultimately refer to potential wasted.

Agatha
Yes, I believe I do. What of your five telling words?

Catherine
Obliterate, wasteland, agony, offal… infernal.

Agatha
And these are positive?

Catherine
Divine.

Agatha
And you will explain?

Catherine
When you realize that you are in the cold, uncaring embrace of chaos, you can either learn to love it or be driven mad by it.

Agatha
Wouldn’t loving chaos demand a certain insanity on the part of the beholder.

Catherine
Heh, well, I suppose if you place it that way before me… Do I make more sense to you?

Agatha
No, not much.

Catherine
And yet, you stay.

Agatha
And yet, I stay. Have you killed before?

Catherine
Would that terrify you?

Agatha
No.

Catherine
Would that excite you?

Agatha
No.

Catherine
What would it do?

Agatha
Educate me.

Catherine
Yes, it would.

Agatha
And it would take me back to my original inquiry.

Catherine
Which was?

Agatha
Our focus.

Catherine
Ah, yes. And, yes.

Agatha
How many?

Catherine
14. Afraid, dear Agatha?

Agatha
No. Why did you kill?

Catherine
Does one need a reason?

Agatha
Everything needs purpose.

Catherine
But we live in chaos.

Agatha
Then we must make purpose in the pandemonium. Otherwise, insanity.

Catherine
Because we are all infernal. Does that suffice?

Agatha
For now. Am I infernal?

Catherine
Oh yes, dear Agatha.

Agatha
What talisman have I to protect me from your bloodlust?

Catherine
My word.

Agatha
Why should I trust such a thing?

Catherine
Because language is the only currency humanity has. Gems, fabric, gold, flesh… the only way these things have meaning is through language.

Agatha
A rose by any other name…

Catherine
Ramblings of a madman.

Agatha
Oh?

Catherine
A rose only matters because we gave it meaning. If we didn’t find it beautiful, if we didn’t make it a symbol of affection, it would be left amongst the other flora. Left to strangle and stab and shred with its thorns and wildness.

Agatha
Were you still talking about a rose?

Catherine
Yes, but not just.

Agatha
I understand, and I accept your talisman.

Catherine
Splendid.

Agatha
Whom do we focus on?

Catherine
Shall we let fate decide?

Agatha
With chaos, there is no fate.

Catherine
Why do you say that?

Agatha
Because there is no future. No past. Just the constant flow of now.

Catherine
Shall we let chance decide?

Agatha
Chaos laughs at chance.

Catherine
Perhaps you are more an agent of chaos than I, dear Agatha.

Agatha
How can there be probability in perpetual disarray?

Catherine
Then let us let chaos decide.

Agatha
How do we do that?

Catherine
This teacup.

Agatha
Oh?

Catherine
Since chaos is everlasting, nothing is certain. Correct?

Agatha
Yes.

Catherine
Then my dropping this delicate porcelain onto stone might not shatter it. Correct?

Agatha
Yes.

Catherine
Then let us beckon chaos. If it shatters, we focus on you. If not, on me.

Agatha
Amen.