Cesare doesn't miss Micheletto's use of the world "cloistered" and he rolls his eyes, though he doesn't move away.
"I have many enemies. With my current election campaign, they are attempting to assassinate me." He says it as if the answer is simple. Obvious really, not the nervous paranoia of a man under a spell.
"You have proof, then?" Micheletto cocks his head to the side, curiously. Was the vampire representative position so coveted, it was worth killing for?
Cesare rolls his eyes. It's surprising, really, that not even Micheletto gets it.
"So I have to wait until I catch a spy sending letters and it's too late then?" It's a deliberate jab at Pascal, not that Cesare knows the man's name. But the point is clear: you don't exactly have a great track record of noticing conspiracies at times.
Now that is too far, even for Cesare. A pain springs from nothing in his chest, a burning pain, sharpening as a flash of dark curls and smiling face comes back to him. The change in Micheletto's demeanor is almost instant. His shoulders stiffen, and he grows tight-lipped. His fingers clench into fists, but stay at his side, as he blinks away his troublesome thoughts. At the same time, he looks away from Cesare to the richly painted walls, letting the silence speak for him.
It is only after he has taken a deep, steadying breath that he answers. "No. But names will be needed. You will have me look through all of London, with nothing to go on?"
"No. And that is why I didn't call you. I have no names yet, only strong suspicions. My only choice right now is defense, to keep myself in here until I know more for certain."
He moves back into the room, walking away from Micheletto for a second. Cesare is concentrating.
"They're out there, Micheletto," he says in the exact same he would if he were completely sane right now, except his words make it pretty clear he's not quite there.
"Have you grown nervous, then?" His gaze flicks to Cesare, voice uncharacteristically loud for a soft-spoken assassin. "You said it yourself, when we met at the Institute. You have enemies across all of Europe, true, and many in London also. And here you are, my lord, paranoid in a locked room. Would you sit here for all eternity and let them hound you here? Or would you meet your enemies on your terms?"
Perhaps he is harsher than he means to be, as the memories of Pascal were dredged up from the deep solely to harm him. But perhaps Cesare does need to hear them, to understand that he does not seem sound of mind, even to his oldest ally.
"What has happened that made you suspect? Perhaps I can go from that. I will be your eyes and ears, sir, and hands if need be. But you must tell me what you know."
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"I have many enemies. With my current election campaign, they are attempting to assassinate me." He says it as if the answer is simple. Obvious really, not the nervous paranoia of a man under a spell.
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"So I have to wait until I catch a spy sending letters and it's too late then?" It's a deliberate jab at Pascal, not that Cesare knows the man's name. But the point is clear: you don't exactly have a great track record of noticing conspiracies at times.
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It is only after he has taken a deep, steadying breath that he answers. "No. But names will be needed. You will have me look through all of London, with nothing to go on?"
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He moves back into the room, walking away from Micheletto for a second. Cesare is concentrating.
"They're out there, Micheletto," he says in the exact same he would if he were completely sane right now, except his words make it pretty clear he's not quite there.
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Perhaps he is harsher than he means to be, as the memories of Pascal were dredged up from the deep solely to harm him. But perhaps Cesare does need to hear them, to understand that he does not seem sound of mind, even to his oldest ally.
"What has happened that made you suspect? Perhaps I can go from that. I will be your eyes and ears, sir, and hands if need be. But you must tell me what you know."