the change in your face [when anger shows]

[didorothy]

[Have you, gentle reader, ever wanted to know what barely contained, borderline homocidal rage sounds like when delivered in John Simm's delightful Mancunian accent? Then here is your chance!]

There is a savannah. Outside of Manchester.

A savannah. Outside. Of Manchester.

Everywhere.

With cheetahs!

Gene Hunt, I am going to gut you, and when I'm done I'll have 'em prepared for your funeral so your Missus doesn't have to cook.

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[didorothy]

Diva.

[madamemoiselle]

{Almost a whine,} Sam...It'd really be better if you didn't know.

[didorothy]

Diva, tell me.

[madamemoiselle]

{Damnit Sam, she can't say no to you} It's been...a few things. A while ago, he was worried that I wasn't eating enough, so...well, he locked me in a room in the cellars that I couldn't open unless I drank a lot of blood. There were some children in there, and...

{Just stops} These aren't things that you're going to want to know, Sam.

[didorothy]

I have to know.

[madamemoiselle]

{She frowns} Well, I killed them. All of them. It's...something about the smell down there. It smells just like the tower, so being locked up in the dark, I was so...I was so scared. I just wanted to get out, so...I did. Amshel was waiting right outside the door to take me back, but...He didn't have to do that much.

[didorothy]

Right. [runs a hand through his hair]

[madamemoiselle]

I'm really sorry, Sam. {She quiet for a few moments before she continues softly}

That's probably...the worst thing, I guess. The only other thing is that...well, Amshel hasn't been quite as careful with the people he picks for me. Actually...I don't think that some of them were businessmen at all. Of course, I could never say that, but...I'm not sure. It's different, since things are changing.

[didorothy]

People he--you mean the blokes he sets you up with. Right; I nearly forgot to add that to his list of crimes.

[madamemoiselle]

...His crimes? {She chuckles dryly} Why that? That's small compared to other things.

[didorothy]

It all adds up.

[madamemoiselle]

...Sam...Are you going to do something? You shouldn't worry about it.

[didorothy]

I'm not going to do nothing, Diva.

[madamemoiselle]

Ne, but doing nothing...That way, no one is hurt. Even if Sam doesn't like, or maybe even hates Amshel, I still...I don't want to hurt him. Or you.

[didorothy]

Doing nothing means you get hurt. It means innocent people get hurt because he turns you against them. Inaction is as much a choice as action, and I'm just as responsible for it.

[madamemoiselle]

...Maybe that's true, but...Sam, I'm worried that you don't understand just...what we are. I'm afraid that if you confront Amshel, ne, Sam will die.

[didorothy]

I'm not going in without a plan, Diva.

[madamemoiselle]

{Haha liar} Ne, I don't think I want you to go in at all.

[didorothy]

I can't let this go on, Diva.

[madamemoiselle]

Why not?

[didorothy]

Because it's driving me mad just sitting here waiting.

[madamemoiselle]

Waiting for what? For it to just get better?

{She steps closer and takes his hands very carefully, as if they were made of glass} It won't. Not even if Amshel dies. But no matter what happens, I can deal with it, just like I have before. Ne, but that's why I don't want Sam to do something...stupid, I guess. I want Sam to live. Amshel wants Sam to die. If Sam even said his name, then you'd be dead. Amshel is scary, but that's why I want Sam to be safe.