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Little Girl Lost, Little Girl Found
3 ReviewsClarice wasn't seduced.
Seduction.
I’m sure that’s what people would think happened to me, if they /knew/. Ardelia probably assumes I’m dead and it isn’t like I have many friends left in the bureau. I can see it in his eyes when he’s not somewhere hidden in the deep palace of his mind; he assumes I have fallen.
The devil would say that the body and the mind are one, and denying your impulses is its own kind of sin... he would say that too. How else would he be so decadent. But I’ve always thought that the soul and the body were slightly different flavors, and after eating Krendler’s brain and finding it to taste not at all like his sneering contempt... if I were really vindictive I would have tried to consume his soul. A person can’t do that.
I am not fallen. I am the custodian of Evil.
I’d be naïve to assume I could tame the beast, and really I haven’t. The drugs don’t quite have the same grip on my brain as they used to, and he said himself once that my will was admirable.
You see, as we are now, we’ll never be bored of each other.
I was not seduced, nor was I a real seducer. I’m just trying to do what the organization failed to let me do; keep watch over the dark. In a society where a person trying to defend the good people of the world is skewered for doing their job... then maybe the establishment is at fault. I have to wonder sometimes.
This isn’t about love, not for him, at least. Hannibal Lecter, the mythical villain, you can’t love that. But the fact that he would go so far as to use me to recreate someone that he must have loved once... there’s a lamb there. A scared child that never quite got over something horrible. What strange times that would bring a wolf out of that.
Maybe one of these days I’ll be able to make a case against digesting evil. Then again, I’m doing the same thing. Consuming that which stirs up my greatest fears.
So don’t worry about me. I’m watching out for you.
I’m sure that’s what people would think happened to me, if they /knew/. Ardelia probably assumes I’m dead and it isn’t like I have many friends left in the bureau. I can see it in his eyes when he’s not somewhere hidden in the deep palace of his mind; he assumes I have fallen.
The devil would say that the body and the mind are one, and denying your impulses is its own kind of sin... he would say that too. How else would he be so decadent. But I’ve always thought that the soul and the body were slightly different flavors, and after eating Krendler’s brain and finding it to taste not at all like his sneering contempt... if I were really vindictive I would have tried to consume his soul. A person can’t do that.
I am not fallen. I am the custodian of Evil.
I’d be naïve to assume I could tame the beast, and really I haven’t. The drugs don’t quite have the same grip on my brain as they used to, and he said himself once that my will was admirable.
You see, as we are now, we’ll never be bored of each other.
I was not seduced, nor was I a real seducer. I’m just trying to do what the organization failed to let me do; keep watch over the dark. In a society where a person trying to defend the good people of the world is skewered for doing their job... then maybe the establishment is at fault. I have to wonder sometimes.
This isn’t about love, not for him, at least. Hannibal Lecter, the mythical villain, you can’t love that. But the fact that he would go so far as to use me to recreate someone that he must have loved once... there’s a lamb there. A scared child that never quite got over something horrible. What strange times that would bring a wolf out of that.
Maybe one of these days I’ll be able to make a case against digesting evil. Then again, I’m doing the same thing. Consuming that which stirs up my greatest fears.
So don’t worry about me. I’m watching out for you.
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