the golden age

[deepest_magic]

When the party has died down, Isabella, for one, is well and truly exhausted. She explores the palace until she finds a room with a bed in it, and into this bed she flops, still in her clothes and holding her staff and carrying the cordial in her pocket. She sleeps late, because the party kept her up so late and she hadn't really slept the night before; but around noon, she stirs, and gets up, and goes looking for James and wherever her backpack may have got to. The backpack she finds in the great hall where the principal mass of the party was; some enterprising creature took both bags from the battlefield at Beruna up to the castle for them, and she only wishes she knew who it was. She takes her bag to her room and carries James's with her and continues looking for her friend.

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[deepest_magic]

"And you don't want to - swim across the ocean looking for nations we haven't even contacted yet to see if you can get a job as a refrigerator, because..."

[jackfrostbite]

Silence.

[deepest_magic]

She's waiting.

[jackfrostbite]

An answer does not seem to be forthcoming, this time.

[deepest_magic]

"What if James can't kill you, what if you are just immortal, forever, what then?"

[jackfrostbite]

"Then I am cursed to be miserable for all eternity."

[deepest_magic]

"And during that time what are you going to do?"

[jackfrostbite]

"Continue trying very hard to stop."

[deepest_magic]

"Are you planning to kill me?"

[jackfrostbite]

"I haven't decided."

[deepest_magic]

"You don't make sense."

[jackfrostbite]

"Do I not?"

[deepest_magic]

"No. For all you know James will just capture you and throw you in the dungeon with few to no implements of suicide. For that matter, don't pretend you couldn't have gotten notice to us that you had this problem and wanted help with it. You have enough of a vicious history to justify execution if it would be hazardous to try to take you alive, we could have figured something out, you don't need to add to the list. I don't understand anything about your pattern of behavior."

[jackfrostbite]

"You expect me to believe you would help me? Merely for the asking? You expect me to have heard of your wisdom and your kindness and thought them meant for one such as me? You, Aslan's creature?" He fairly spits the name, as though it causes him great pain merely to speak it. "You're right. You don't understand me at all."

[deepest_magic]

"If helping means killing you? When our citizens flinch at your name, you'd think we'd keep you alive, risk good creatures to take you that way, if you wanted to offer yourself up for creative forms of demise? I'm not saying it wouldn't have been a horrendously awkward negotiation but we don't need or want you alive, not even to punish you!"

[jackfrostbite]

"You own an inescapable fucking dungeon," he reminds her. "At that, you would have to take me out of the inescapable dungeon to try any especially creative means of killing me. The efficient thing to do, if you spare not a thought to my comfort - and I see no reason why you should - is to stab me in the heart and lock me away and destroy the key so I can never be retrieved. Though there be but few things I can think of worse than the life I live now, that same life locked in a forgotten dungeon is one of them."

They have reached another door, or something like it; he's stopping and touching the walls again.

[deepest_magic]

"I don't understand you," repeats Isabella.

She pauses.

"James doesn't either. But she wants to. She has for years."

[jackfrostbite]

Silence.

[deepest_magic]

"She probably would've talked to you even if it weren't to sit you down and discuss how to get you dead. She's wanted to talk to you since you fought at Beruna. She wants to figure you out."

[jackfrostbite]

He finds the catch of this door; it clicks open. He carries Isabella through it and shuts it again and continues down the tunnel.

"And why is Aslan's king," again he utters the name unhappily and with great difficulty, "so interested in the Witch's assassin?"

[deepest_magic]

"She's interested in people. And she's very. Very. Good at learning what makes them tick. If Aslan handpicked us at all it wasn't for uncuriosity."

[jackfrostbite]

"Do you enjoy hearing his name?"

[deepest_magic]

"...Yes. I mean, it's worn off a little from the first couple times."

[jackfrostbite]

"It is," he says, "the most horrifying thing I have ever felt."

[deepest_magic]

"I don't know enough about the phenomenon to know why that would be."