"You seem interested in knowledge. Knowledge that can sometimes only be found by causing pain. I suggest making a contract with my Master. He is the Lord of Knowledge. He can teach you ways to do your experiments, and give you ideas for new ones." Vespera smiles.
"You simply give your findings to me, for me to give to my Master. I am obligated by my own contract to report any new knowledge to Him." Vespera replies.
(Meum paenitemus.)
"Maybe you just haven't had anyone that would want to know your findings." Vespera replies quietly.
"Because I don't know what experiments you do. If I knew, I'd do them myself, wouldn't I? That's why that argument is inherently flawed. If I want to know, you have to tell me so I can do them - but you don't want to tell me, I can't do them, meaning that either way neither of us get what we want." Vespera counters.
"Only technically. You stayed to listen to my offer. You're interested. But at the same time you want to go through without giving up some of your own knowledge for the greater good." Vespera sighs.
"So what is your choice?" Vespera asks.
"I'll let you think on it." Vespera chuckles. She touches Sam's shoulder, and a black spiral appears there, then blossoms into a black rose. "Just tap that to contact me."
Vespera shrugs. "Too late anyways. The mark is already there."
Vespera chuckles. "What will happen? You can't do anything to me."
It was said as a simple statement of fact.
(Yeah. Very interesting hypocriticism on his part.)
"As if you ask?" Vespera asks.
Vespera tilts her head. "Why would you care about being the last thing they see or not? They end up dead in the end, don't they?"
Vespera nods thoughtfully. "Just like I'm a perfectly normal and living woman."
Vespera snorts. "Exactly. Just like a disocative disorder that causes you to change personalities to a psycopathic scientist isn't normal."
Vespera shrugs. "True enough."
Vespera shrugs. "Well, I have to go. My Master is calling me back to our home. Bye."
With that she just vanishes, without theatrics.
