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[madamemoiselle]

{A fine pavilion suddenly appears on the plane. It's quite the work of art too, despite the broken sword wedged into one of the columns. Growing all around it a blue roses, the color of a summer sky, and for you observant ones, the same color of Diva's eyes. At first it seems like it came alone, but looking up, Diva is standing right on the pointed top with ease, a rapier in her left hand. She's even dressed for the occasion, but she sighs and sits on the top of the iron top, looking down at the sword stuck in the marble}

Ne~ James went too far. I really liked this too! Oh well, I guess. Amshel will just have to call that man to make another again.

{She waves her hand idly and frowns} I really hate practicing. It's so boring.

Comments

[didorothy]

Don't make that performance, Diva.

[madamemoiselle]

How can I not? If I just tell my Chevalier no, they'll ask why, but I'll have to anyways. Even if I don't sing, sister will still be there to kill me. My Chevalier aren't going to save me this time. And even worse, if I told them why and they believed me, they'd try and kill Sam.

[didorothy]

Don't make it about me, Diva. Make it your choice.

[madamemoiselle]

But that is my choice.

{Then quietly} Sam is worth more to me than I am.

[didorothy]

I shouldn't be.

[madamemoiselle]

Why not? Sam can die. Sam can get hurt, or sick, and anything else like that. I can't. Not really. I don't feel pain the same way you do, and I don't just mean physical pain either. Sam is more important to me, and everyone else I care about is more important to me because, ne, I've never ever valued my own life.

It's just not important.

[didorothy]

You'd die just as permenantly as I would that day.

[madamemoiselle]

Humans have a lot of reasons for being scared of death, you know. Ne, sometimes they don't want to leave their friends and family behind, sometimes they're scared of what's after death, or sometimes they haven't done everything they want in life.

{Turns away} I'm not afraid to die, Sam. I don't care whether I live or die. The only people that would be sad that I died would be some people here and maybe my Chevalier. There are a lot of people that would be happy I died. There are a lot of people that say I deserve to die because of all the people that I've hurt and killed, actually. So I always kind of wondered if it would be so bad to die. It's peaceful, after all. But...I want to live so that I can come here.

If I died, who would care?

[didorothy]

I would.

[madamemoiselle]

...I'm afraid, though. I'm afraid to go against Amshel's wishes.

[didorothy]

I know. I'm sorry.

[madamemoiselle]

You definitely don't need to be sorry. {She faces him again with a smile} This is the happiest I've been in a really long time. Like when I first came here, I didn't care at all that I was going to go to a performance that was going to kill me, but...Now I do. I don't want to die, I really don't. But going against my Chevalier, it can be a scary thing.

Ne, it was because I didn't want Martin to be my Chevalier, after all, that I met Josef.

[didorothy]

[reaches out for his hand] You have to fight back, Diva. You can't just go willingly to the gallows.

[madamemoiselle]

{She looks down at his hand for a moment before she steps closer to take it} I don't have anywhere else to go.

[didorothy]

Make yourself some place else to go.

[madamemoiselle]

I wish I could! But...Well, even if I went out on my own, it wouldn't work, I don't think. The only place I could stay would be a jail, since Gene seems to insist on wanting to lock me up.

[didorothy]

You're rich and famous. Elizabeth Goldsmith has to be able to set out somewhere on her own.

[madamemoiselle]

Elizabeth probably could. Ne, but Diva and her Chevalier, our bond is by blood. No matter where they go, I can find them. And no matter where I go, they can find me. We're just...drawn to each other. I've tried to run away before, don't worry about that, but it's...very easy for them to find me.

[didorothy]

[takes a step away and runs a hand through his hair] There's got to be something. There is a way, and we'll find it.

[madamemoiselle]

...Well...until then, I'll try and talk to Nathan and Amshel. Maybe they'll listen and we can delay the performance again.

[didorothy]

Thank you.

[madamemoiselle]

You're welcome. Not that you should have to thank me anyways.