[Barbas hadn't quite expected Fitz to cave, at least not so soon, but when he receives word? He asks that he be brought immediately to his office. He sits back, eyes roaming over the man.]
[ He doesn't have to be dragged when he's escorted to Barbas, though he's limited by the damage done by his extended confinement. He grips the arm of the demon leading him to keep himself from visibly stumbling on legs that havent stood on their own in weeks. His head is held high despite the ache in his musculature. He forces his eyes to stay open in the light that's practically blinding him. ]
You'll find that I'm full of surprises. But that's hardly the point.
[ he forces eye contact as he slides into a chair as if he belongs in it. He's a guest in this office, as far as he's concerned. ]
I tire of this. I've decided it's time to negotiate the terms of my release.
[ he settles then, as if there are no barriers between them. They're simply two consummate professionals, despite the realities of his physical state. ]
You've asked for him to repent. But we both know that you aren't expecting any one of these humans to find any sort of genuine redemption. In fact, I suspect that what you truly seek is something else entirely.
What happened with that petty rebellion shouldn't have gone as far as it did. You should have known about it beforehand. Imagine the embarrassment you might have saved yourself if you had someone reporting to you from the inside. Someone, perhaps, already trusted by the inmates.
I owe them nothing, and they have nothing to offer me. My allegiance is more valuable than paltry companionship.
[He leans back, folding his hands in his lap.]
I assume you're familiar with my particular talents. My expertise far exceeds the lazy thing you imprisoned. It should be more than enough to compensate for my release.
I propose a more liberal flow of information. I am privy to places your demons cannot reach. I can provide intelligence on discussions had among the most troublesome blips of resistance. I'd imagine they'll be just bursting to speak with the pariah left imprisoned while the rest of them went free.
One plan fails and they'll turn on each other. The unity will splinter off into suspicion of one another.
You haven't mistaken me for him, have you? Surely someone as all seeing as you lot claim to be can tell the difference. I imagine it's something romanticized. A soul split in twain?
[ his head tilts, and the tone of his voice slips into something lighter. ]
"And the Lord God created Adam from dust of the ground, and breathed upon his face the breath of lives, and it became in Adam a Discoursing Spirit." Commonly mistranslated from the original. Tends to miss the part about 'discourse'.
To put it simply, [ he says after he's already carried on ] your quarrel is not with me. My goals are not his goals. And I care nothing about that whinging idiot and his insipid companions.
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[Barbas hadn't quite expected Fitz to cave, at least not so soon, but when he receives word? He asks that he be brought immediately to his office. He sits back, eyes roaming over the man.]
What did you have to say?
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You'll find that I'm full of surprises. But that's hardly the point.
[ he forces eye contact as he slides into a chair as if he belongs in it. He's a guest in this office, as far as he's concerned. ]
I tire of this. I've decided it's time to negotiate the terms of my release.
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[He motions to the chair in front of his desk.]
Have a seat and let's hear what you want.
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You've asked for him to repent. But we both know that you aren't expecting any one of these humans to find any sort of genuine redemption. In fact, I suspect that what you truly seek is something else entirely.
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[He tilts his head, lips curling up in amusement.]
And what do you think I seek then?
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Such a shame about that free will, isn't it?
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I've done it many times.
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You would offer your services then?
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[He leans back, folding his hands in his lap.]
I assume you're familiar with my particular talents. My expertise far exceeds the lazy thing you imprisoned. It should be more than enough to compensate for my release.
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[He tilts his head curiously.]
I'm always perfectly happy to work with sinners who aren't imbeciles. Ones who see... the benefit in contributing.
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One plan fails and they'll turn on each other. The unity will splinter off into suspicion of one another.
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[Not that Barbas minds especially, but mortals tend to care more than demons do.]
It isn't a bad plan.
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You haven't mistaken me for him, have you? Surely someone as all seeing as you lot claim to be can tell the difference. I imagine it's something romanticized. A soul split in twain?
[ his head tilts, and the tone of his voice slips into something lighter. ]
"And the Lord God created Adam from dust of the ground, and breathed upon his face the breath of lives, and it became in Adam a Discoursing Spirit." Commonly mistranslated from the original. Tends to miss the part about 'discourse'.
To put it simply, [ he says after he's already carried on ] your quarrel is not with me. My goals are not his goals. And I care nothing about that whinging idiot and his insipid companions.