ic: continues because juan is being a Bro.

[maleborgia]

*okay guys do your brotherly love shit.

This Cesare is just in Canada dealing with this complicated.*

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[maleborgia]

I will attend to that as well as I can. I assure you, this will not be my first event thrown in this place.

[foundjuanting]

To think that I have missed every one held...

[maleborgia]

This one shall be in your honor.

1/2

[foundjuanting]

[Laughing]

Oh and what an honor it will be.

[foundjuanting]

[However he sobers up]

However we know it will not happen this time. It has been a few days, I suspect that I will be gone before the morning.

So again, might I ask for a cup of wine? It is a small celebration, but a celebration still.

[maleborgia]

My apologies, but I would have your remaining hours here be good ones. Wait with me for the dawn. When the sun has risen, we shall have a toast.

[foundjuanting]

You are endlessly stubborn, brother. Fine, give me water and let us talk until the sun rises.

[maleborgia]

Very well. *there is already a pitcher of water and a couple of glasses. pours.*

[foundjuanting]

[Kerdrinkin']

Tell me, what did you mean by saying I would be limited as a shade?

[maleborgia]

I told you what I meant. I do not know for certain, but it seems to me that the restrictions imposed upon the dead are higher than those upon the living.

[foundjuanting]

I am not sure how. They can go into the dreams of men, they can not be hurt, they may go where they please without need of rest or sustinance. We know that the wrath of the dead may harm the living, so they can touch our world too.

[maleborgia]

These are legends and no more. Do you know them to be true? On the other side, shades may not exist at all, or may be unable to inhabit our earthly realm, or unable to do more than breathe life into old memories before being banished by the right words.

[foundjuanting]

...

I would know if I am mourned.

[maleborgia]

You will be. Our father especially takes it hard.

[foundjuanting]

I do not mean my father.

[maleborgia]

I would mourn you as well.

[foundjuanting]

You are avoiding the question... which is answer enough.

[maleborgia]

I am not avoiding it.

[foundjuanting]

Then who among my family, in my world, mourns me?

[maleborgia]

Your father.

[foundjuanting]

...not even my mother.

Then the only reason I would go back there would be to watch the family wither and die.

[maleborgia]

Then do not.

[foundjuanting]

I will not have them forget me. I will not be content to let myself drift on that black river where I fell and go where that current will take me. I would expect my brother, I would even expect my sister to shed no tears, but for my mother, that discarded she-whore of Rome...

I would go back to watch them all fall into ruin. Were that I would be unable to do more than see how they destroy themselves, that would be enough.

[maleborgia]

Do not speak so of our mother. Are you surprised she is angry with you? Look at how you tormented her daughter! Give it time, and the tears will fall. If you must meddle, do so to assist, not to harm, and they will not only mourn, they will berate themselves for not causing a grander spectacle.

[foundjuanting]

That whore is no longer my mother. Her daugher tried to kill me, her son acomplished it. My dear sister held her grudge over a year, and my brother showed no regret. How long am I to wait for a bitch in heat and a viper to turn into mourning doves. They will never do so, and my death will merely swept aside. Am I to watch in silence as I am forgotten?