You poor creature, suffering from delusion. [ Jim's laugh is manic, a harsh sound that's nothing like the bright, earnest laugh he usually employs. Claude is doing his best to appear unflappable, but the itch under Jim's skin demands a hunt. There's no way Claude will go down without a fight, from everything Jim knows of the man - which is exactly what they're counting on. ] There's no fair fight here.
That's where all the fun is, Claude. The hunt! [ The glee is catching, Jim revving up - twitchy and raving in comparison to Spock on the opposite end of the spectrum, lethal and stalwart. ] Killing you is no fun at all. Too easy, pff. Boring.
[ Certain death, to leave his back unprotected to you. You think he'll be so foolish?
Jim taps his chin in mock thought, icy gaze fixed on Claude. ] We've got a place for you, where all the others go. It's not much now, but don't worry; we've got enrichment planned.
[ AKA, they're building a house of horrors and populating it with those they capture. What plans lie beyond that - well, what little of them remained was holding onto the idea of trying to divert the urges into not killing anyone, so that meant they...got creative. ]
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That's where all the fun is, Claude. The hunt! [ The glee is catching, Jim revving up - twitchy and raving in comparison to Spock on the opposite end of the spectrum, lethal and stalwart. ] Killing you is no fun at all. Too easy, pff. Boring.
[ Certain death, to leave his back unprotected to you. You think he'll be so foolish?
Jim taps his chin in mock thought, icy gaze fixed on Claude. ] We've got a place for you, where all the others go. It's not much now, but don't worry; we've got enrichment planned.
[ AKA, they're building a house of horrors and populating it with those they capture. What plans lie beyond that - well, what little of them remained was holding onto the idea of trying to divert the urges into not killing anyone, so that meant they...got creative. ]