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[asoutcastshear]

How is your cold, Christine?

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[Audio // French]

[only-one-raoul.livejournal.com]

Perhaps the chill from those caves you skulk about in has followed you and made her ill. Stay away from her, monster.

[Cold? She didn't sound ill when they met... Maybe she's better.]

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[asoutcastshear]

Then we are two of a kind, dear Vicomte.

[Audio // French]

[only-one-raoul.livejournal.com]

Funny, I don't recall having stalked or kidnapped a woman, or having killed a man. How am I a monster?

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[asoutcastshear]

Why do you keep insisting I've killed someone? I have not.

[Not recently anyway.]

[Audio // French]

[only-one-raoul.livejournal.com]

So Monsieur Buquet just dropped from above the stage with a noose around his neck by accident? I find that unlikely.

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[asoutcastshear]

I can assure you, Sir, that Monsieur Buquet was still alive and well when I left the Opera Populaire and arrived here.

[Audio // French]

[only-one-raoul.livejournal.com]

If you had remained, you would have. A lack of opportunity does not change a man's nature.

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[asoutcastshear]

You know nothing about my nature.

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[only-one-raoul.livejournal.com]

I've seen enough to know that you are no good.

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[asoutcastshear]

Remove your blinders, Child.

[Not that he particularly cares. His opinion doesn't really matter to Erik]

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[chorusangel.livejournal.com]

No better.

[Oh God, how long can she realistically keep this up? Maybe she can pretend it's turning into influenza.]

I do hope it doesn't turn into something worse.

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[asoutcastshear]

[He's concerned. Because he's beginning to suspect she's lying to him.]

Then why were you wandering about?

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[chorusangel.livejournal.com]

[...Oh dear. Think quickly, Christine.]

I was on my way to the library to get some books to read while I rest.

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[asoutcastshear]

So you say.

[He's not really buying it Christine. But it was a nice try.]

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[chorusangel.livejournal.com]

It's the truth.

[No, really, it is this time. Mostly. Christine was heading to the library... but there's still the whole lying about her health in the hopes of avoiding punishment for not keeping her voice in shape thing.]

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[asoutcastshear]

Fine, fine.

Christine, there is something for you outside of your door.

[It's sheet music. She better hurry and get better. He's expecting her to sing for him again. Soon.]