caughtinanetwork | [audio] ramblings

It's such a bloody shame when one's basic skill sets are completely obsolete in this city and island. Death was considered one of the few things in life as a certainty, and yet here we are, unable to die properly.

[ a sort of low groan, like he's nursing a migraine. ]

Being an assassin isn't easy... quite under appreciated bunch we are, really! You think you just...just... go up to a bloke and stick a sword through his beating heart being stealthy-like and all, but no... no! That's not how it works, you idgit... [ yes, he just said 'idgit'. ]

There's a finesse, a sort of grace in the kill. It's an art, really, and a bit of showmanship if you're not the only two there. There's nothing like a good audience to motivate you if you ask me, and I'll bet you're asking me... how is murder art? How do you sleep at night? Just an unmoral sack of fucking shit you are, is what you're thinking I'll bet. Well... I... [ mumbles, trailing off a little. ]

I brush my teeth real proper holding that brush at a 45 degree angle. Not too hard for that makes the gums bleed something fierce and that's quite unhealthy I hear. Then get undressed...heh, then dressed again into something proper for sleep, perhaps read a couple chapters of the good ol' Dostoyevsky, and that's it! I sleep like a big baby is how I fucking sleep, I'll tell you that much!

Ugh... I need to stop drinking and find something better to occupy my bloody time with...

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There is a certain finesse most wouldn't understand. Murder is an art. It takes a rather skilled hand to know where to cut, where to sever, where to rip apart in order to cause a heart to stop beating.

[ There's a pause and what seems to be an intake of breath from a cigarette. ]

I wouldn't call merely butchering art, however. A clean cut. That is beauty. Of course, I take this all from a medical standpoint.

[ But what kind of doctor would find beauty in death? ]

A medical standpoint is all and well, but that's a whole different bloody ballgame my good doctor. Granted it's still a game only a small collection of us can understand. [a heavy sigh and mutters under his breath] I'm usually not this mopey, I swear...

Have you sought any professional help? Perhaps the guilt may be weighing heavily on you.

[ He's aware of that weight himself, if that pause is any indication. ]

A game only a select few can appreciate, certainly so. But would you refer to the chase as the game? I prefer calling it art as you have. The chase is interesting however I much prefer the outcome and aftermath to it.

Guilt? No, oh no, no, no, I'm not about go see a shrink about anything just yet. [Regardless of said weight, he is sometimes too proud for that.]

I see, we differ in that sense a little. The chase and moment of execution is the highlight of course, though I admit there is satisfaction in knowing the outcome and aftermath. It's just not as important to me what happens to the body afterwards.

It isn't the body in itself. It's the moment of death. I find a rather... compelling beauty in that final heartbeat.

[ Not to mention the look in their eyes when it happens but disclosing that would be too telling. ]

I must admit. I'm rather curious as to what brought this sudden need to divulge along.

As you're an individual whose occupation requires getting very up-close and personal with the internal organs, I can see where you're coming from. [Though still a touch creepy for Henry's tastes.]

Assuming you're a doctor here, of course... [He adds that like an afterthought. He never actually asked him if he was a doc.]

And I'll admit I've 'ad a little one too many to drink and just well, you know, felt like sharing. I'm going to be here for a while it looks like, so there's really no point in hiding it.

One of three. Despite the fact we aren't paid for our efforts, it helps pass the time. Keeps things interesting on occasions.

[ He's not going to expound on that deal with the organs and everything he's said. It's telling enough but there are just certain topics you can't help but bring up. There's a small smile though, one of amusement from his confession. ]

I'd imagine it was only under a bit of inebriation that someone would be so willing to admit to this line of work. However, discretion could be somewhat advised. There are those who have rather... strong senses of justice, shall I say?

[Maybe it's a good thing Henry is a very good keeper of information when it's not about himself.]

Strong senses of justice...yes, well, I suppose I've been lucky so far not to have run into anyone of that description. I'm sure once I sober up, I'll be back to being the little shut-in that I'm used to being.

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