[color=6ecff6]Béatrix:
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"Oh, don't fight now boys, there is more than enough of me to share." she said with a sultry wink. Although going to see Praetor didn't sound like much fun to her, she would do so to keep up appearances. Adrian's lingering look did not go unnoticed by Trixy, but she let it slide "Cigar? I'm more of a cigarette girl myself, a lady has to have style." To this day, she still smoked with a long and elegant cigarette holder when she did indulge. "Let's get this over with, shall we. I'm aching to loosen up from all of this... business."

[color=9e0b0f]Jareth:[/color]

[center][i]Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And when you look into the abyss, the abyss also looks into you.[/i][/center]

It was like he was trapped in an eternal fog. The more he tried to travel, the more his feet seemed to get trapped in tar and the air that filled his lungs turned to pudding. In that moment it was as if Nietzsche himself directed his life story - in all his monstrosity he found himself staring into the abyss, he felt the dark judgment. A familiar voice tugged at his subconscious, trying to coax him from this sudden fugue.

Jar blinked a few times and once again found himself back in his apartment, staring at his bloody hand. Theo was there still... what had happened? How long was he out? Did he pass out? And then he finally understood Theo's words. He asked about the woman he got into his bed. But she was more than just that, wasn't she? Could he tell Theo everything? Surely he was his closest friend in this world, but still, unsure of himself, Jareth said the first words that came to his dry, aching lips. "She killed me."

The phrase was melodramatic and colored with poetic depression -- well, it wouldn't be Jareth if he didn't speak in such a way -- yet those particular words held a palpable truth.