Where to find
- In the Boudoir at the House of Hope at X: -6476 Y: 2997
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[Korrilla's transcript of a conversation between Raphael and her sister, Hope]
Raphael: (he leans against the wall, his wingtips curling thoughtfully, and all the while he looks at my sister. She is not as she once was. All the strength seems leeched from her, sucked out along with her sanity by Raphael's dreamcatcher. The device hangs round her neck, flooding Hope's mind with visions from the dark imaginations of night-scared children. Raphael speaks) You made it hard for yourself. Often the way. Faced with two roads in a yellow wood, people take the one reeking of piss. Hope, all I wanted was you. You've a magnificent way about you. Fire and verve. All that. Call me a... aheh... hopeless romantic. I offered you more than I've offered... Well, anyone, now I think on it. Yet you refused me. See what your pig-headedness has reduced me to? Petty torments. I... What..?
(My sister's gaze meets his. Restored somehow, yet not at all sane, she grins a lunatic grin at Raphael, whose wings snap reflexively, his face slack with astonishment)
Hope: Hello sweet Raphael. Forgive me. I was listening to boogeymen and other things that go 'bump' in the night. They're much more ah... interesting than you, I'm afraid. Much less crammed up their own bottom.
Raphael: You're... But it's been months. Months alone with the dreamcatcher.
Hope: The hardest thing was keeping all the names straight in my head. I had to give them names, you see. Nightmares don't really have them. Lack the imagination, ironically.
Raphael: I...
Hope: I-I-I... You'll what, Raphael? Kill a child in front of me? Torture a family? Hang another dreamcatcher around my neck? Go ahead, you flaccid-horned fuck. Go right ahead. I will never give you what you want. Hear me? NEVER!
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