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[another chat will take place that falls before this one, with Beregond and Russell - but onward ho, timezones be damned!]

Beregond returns home after spending a good amount of time with Russell. He's worn down from the events of the day, although time with Russell always seems to do his spirits a turn for the better, though it may prove detrimental to his health in the long run.

It's good to be home. I think perhaps I will sleep for days, and when I wake, this will all be far behind me.

He stops cold in the center of the room, staring at someone who he did not expect to be here.

Smith?

Date: 2004-02-12 06:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] smith-clone.livejournal.com
Hello, Beregond.

Re:

Date: 2004-02-12 06:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] guide-beregond.livejournal.com
We've established who I am. Again, I ask. Smith?

*steps back, warily*

Re:

Date: 2004-02-12 06:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] smith-clone.livejournal.com
You were a fool to think he could ever love you. And a bigger fool to throw away my love, which I've given freely.

Re:

Date: 2004-02-12 06:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] guide-beregond.livejournal.com
You speak of love, and call me a fool in the same breath? You know nothing of love, Doe. Nothing. It's your faulty programming speaking and I will not listen.

Beregond turns towards the door, thinking of going back to Russell's.

Re:

Date: 2004-02-12 06:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] smith-clone.livejournal.com
In a nanosecond, Doe already has his hands on Beregond and throws him onto the floor in the middle of the room.

You will not leave this room unless I tell you to.

Re:

Date: 2004-02-12 06:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] guide-beregond.livejournal.com
Twists, but your grip is tighter than I can break free of.

And this is how you express your love. Sneers, nearly spits in your face You have learned -nothing-. You cannot hold love to you, it offers itself freely.

You may hold me but you do not have my love.

Re:

Date: 2004-02-12 06:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] smith-clone.livejournal.com
Doe smiles coldly.

And who is to say that your love is what I'm after this time?

Re:

Date: 2004-02-12 06:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] guide-beregond.livejournal.com
Beregond shudders, eyes narrowing

What do you want from me?

Re:

Date: 2004-02-12 07:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] smith-clone.livejournal.com
I already had your love. Now I want your fear. Your revulsion. Your hatred. Even your pity, your compassion. Your dreams. Your hopes. I want the image that you hold onto when everything else is gone. I want the desperation you'll feel as you struggle to free yourself. And I want your despair as you realize that your meaningless little life has come to an end.

Don't you understand, Beregond? I want everything. I need emotions to grow, to live. And you'll be the one to give it to me.

Re:

Date: 2004-02-12 07:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] guide-beregond.livejournal.com
Comprehension growing, any last shreds of love turning to full-out hatred.

Will I? Calm, controlled voice, willing myself to speak evenly. Now that you've told me what you wish, it makes it so much easier to deny you of it.

Says no more on that, simply looks at you, holding all emotions in, they are not for you any longer.

Nice weather we are having, isn't it?

Re:

Date: 2004-02-12 07:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] smith-clone.livejournal.com
Doe picks Beregond up and slams him against the wall.

Mmm... Yes. Please. Do repress your emotions. It will make the inevitable release that much sweeter.

Doe moves his hands slowly through Beregond's hair.

Do you remember when you first asked me to stroke your hair? *laughs* I was a simple program, then. I didn't know when to stop. I didn't know that I was hurting you.

He tugs at Beregond's hair, hard.

I didn't know that I could hurt you. Cause you indescribable, delicious pain.

Re:

Date: 2004-02-12 07:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] guide-beregond.livejournal.com
Then let's get this over with. Here and now. You want my emotions? Fine. Take them.

Bergond is in pain, and lets out a groan. If he doesn't have a cracked rib, it will be a miracle.

But know this. Everything you take from me will be a lie. You'll be left with forced emotions, nothing natural, nothing real. You'll never be human, nor ever understand us. You cannot seek to understand the beauty of a butterfly by pulling off its wings to stare at. And you cannot ever, ever force true emotion from me.

Re:

Date: 2004-02-12 07:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] smith-clone.livejournal.com
*laughs* Beregond, you're a fool if you think that what you're feeling right now is a lie.

Would you like me to convince you some more of the reality of your pain? Of your pride and unwillingness to be broken?

They're all emotions, Beregond. You can't stop having them. They're much too enfolded about your being to ignore.

Re:

Date: 2004-02-12 07:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] guide-beregond.livejournal.com
My pride, Doe? Listen to yourself. You're so wrapped up in gloating over stealing from me you've completely lost the point of your programming.

Arms tensing, trying to absorb the shock of the pain you inflict on me, setting all my will to not buckling under to your assault.

Tell me honestly. If you can. If you still understand the concept of honesty. Is this what your software was intended for?

Re:

Date: 2004-02-12 07:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] smith-clone.livejournal.com
Doe moves one of his hands over Beregond's throat, slowly tightening his grip.

What does it matter what the creators of my software intended? They are long dead, and completely irrelevant.

Now, shush, Beregond. Your actions can speak so much louder than your words.

Doe presses tightly against Beregond, his tongue flickering over Beregond's face.

Re:

Date: 2004-02-12 07:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] guide-beregond.livejournal.com
Beregond's eyes close, he wishes not to see Doe's face any longer. He knows the clone's feel, and touch, and if he can endure the harshness of the more brutal moves, perhaps he can survive long enough for Doe to tire of him. Or until he can think of something to do.

He recalls the time the hill troll fell on him, nearly crushing Pippin and himself. The foul smell of the troll was nearly enough to do him in alone.

Suddenly he dearly missed that hill troll.

Re:

Date: 2004-02-12 07:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] smith-clone.livejournal.com
*chuckles* Withdrawing into your memories already, Beregond? Yes, I suppose we all must do what we can to escape this harsh reality, don't we?

Doe squeezes Beregond's throat some more.

What's the matter? No more clever quips and comebacks?

Re:

Date: 2004-02-12 07:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] guide-beregond.livejournal.com
The hill troll was large, looming, and as it fell on Beregond, he felt his chest compress until he felt he would join with the hard ground below. He could not breathe, no air, nothing to pull into his lungs, the troll crushed down on him...

Lost between old memories and his current situation, but deprived of air on both levels, Beregond slowly went limp, darkness took him, and soon, neither Doe nor hill trolls were of concern to him any longer.

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