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Beata sat gloomily in the kitchen, aggressively sipping strong coffee, as black as the imaginary clouds gathered above her head, as black as the color she mentally painted her soul with, unaware of her true light-gray nature.
When Zostmer told her he was a serial killer, she believed him.
And she believed him.
Without hesitation, she gave him a second chance and a place in the troupe. She decided that he would be an excellent addition. She decided that, like herself, he had rejected his dark past and started a new life, and that his eccentricity and penchant for dangerous pursuits were echoes of his old life. That he would be able to express his emotions through art, that this would heal his soul and help him become a full member of society.
Savior, bitch. Found, bitch, a kindred spirit.
Her desire to help a fellow criminal cost several people their lives. It cost an entire performance, an irreparably ruined celebration, and the broken hearts of the friends and loved ones of the victims.
And let the others say what they want. It was her decision, her mistake. She could have interrogated him thoroughly, tactically outmaneuvered him, or simply turned him over to the authorities with all the evidence, but she decided that it would be a great idea to involve a former maniac in art.
Who turned out to be anything but former.
Maybe... is she deceiving herself? She's not a former gangster at all, but a fully functioning one. Look, she sabotaged the holiday perfectly; no Farrellian saboteur could do it better. A troublemaker.
She took another large gulp of coffee.
Essays. She needed to focus on them. Distract herself. There were still two-thirds of the reading left to go through, and luckily, just before Sarah's ill-fated visit, she had a breakthrough. I wonder where Guion is now...
...Guion...
"If they knew how I really met him, they would have kicked me out of here already," she thought sadly, pouring herself another cup of coffee.
When Zostmer told her he was a serial killer, she believed him.
And she believed him.
Without hesitation, she gave him a second chance and a place in the troupe. She decided that he would be an excellent addition. She decided that, like herself, he had rejected his dark past and started a new life, and that his eccentricity and penchant for dangerous pursuits were echoes of his old life. That he would be able to express his emotions through art, that this would heal his soul and help him become a full member of society.
Savior, bitch. Found, bitch, a kindred spirit.
Her desire to help a fellow criminal cost several people their lives. It cost an entire performance, an irreparably ruined celebration, and the broken hearts of the friends and loved ones of the victims.
And let the others say what they want. It was her decision, her mistake. She could have interrogated him thoroughly, tactically outmaneuvered him, or simply turned him over to the authorities with all the evidence, but she decided that it would be a great idea to involve a former maniac in art.
Who turned out to be anything but former.
Maybe... is she deceiving herself? She's not a former gangster at all, but a fully functioning one. Look, she sabotaged the holiday perfectly; no Farrellian saboteur could do it better. A troublemaker.
She took another large gulp of coffee.
Essays. She needed to focus on them. Distract herself. There were still two-thirds of the reading left to go through, and luckily, just before Sarah's ill-fated visit, she had a breakthrough. I wonder where Guion is now...
...Guion...
"If they knew how I really met him, they would have kicked me out of here already," she thought sadly, pouring herself another cup of coffee.
А, вот почему.
🏹🎪+⛓️♿=💕
🏹🎪+⛓️♿=💕