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[digophelia]

[Alice is currently outside the stables once again, sprinting up to greet a small, white rabbit. The imp that's decided to become her company has made a point to turn on the locket, in the midst of a mild debate.]

Oh, not now, it can wait- Sophie!

[ It's no ordinary white rabbit, as it runs up to Alice when she greets her, Alice kneeling down beside a familiar grey mare.]

Sophie! I am so sorry, I didn't mean to leave you!

[ Alice picks her up and holds her up to look at her better. The imp is tugging on her hair gently and Alice is ignoring. ]

Miss, please-

No, it's alright, my friend, They need to eat first. Oh, surely you two like something other than hay?

[ Alice glances to the horse grazing behind her. Alice looks exhausted and even paler if it were possible. She feels more secure with the animals and the small imp that she talks a bit more freely than she would with others.]

Miss, I think you need to eat! They're already so well fed, don't you think?

No, it wouldn't feel right. They've both been so lonely, I think! I'll be fine, I-

[ Hold up, Alice pauses with the rabbit jumping out of her hands and grazing besides the horse. Alice shoots a look up to the imp above her head. Exasperation crosses over her face more than anger.]

For goodness sakes! I said I was fine!

If it makes you rest for yourself just once...!

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Voice;

[digophelia]

I wasn't doubting that.

[ He's pretty good at mowing down people, anyway. ]

I mean that even if you think yourself so lowly, you're far better than what I was once accustomed to. I think you're a good man.

[ Now, please, don't kick yourself in the mud, Lancelot. ]

Voice;

[of_the_lake]

[Lancelot stared at the locket awhile after Alice responded. He assumed since she went quiet awhile that she had nothing else to say.

When she spoke up again, it seems as if she had become a bit busy since they began talking. He almost felt as if he were wrong in that assumption.]

I must only pity the state of the men you've dealt with before.

Voice;

[digophelia]

[ Nothing extravagant, just Alice being confused. ]

Only true monsters hurt children, Sir Lancelot.

Voice;

[of_the_lake]

I would hope that isn't the requirement for being a monster.

Then, we would have far too many saints.

Voice;

[digophelia]

No, it is not. May I ask you something, Sir Lancelot? In all honesty?

Voice;

[of_the_lake]

I cannot promise answers you would prefer to hear.

Voice;

[digophelia]

Honesty trumps sincerity. Even with that knowledge that there are those who torment and abuse children, do you still see yourself as a monster?

Voice;

[of_the_lake]

I do. Those are great sins, but they are no more inexcusable than what I've done.

Voice;

[digophelia]

I don't think so, not at all. I have yet to see anyone as of yet. Do you still want my help?

Voice;

[of_the_lake]

Nothing has convinced me otherwise. I do not retract my request.

Voice;

[digophelia]

Well, good. [ It's something to do and maybe she should stop picking on him. Oh, well. ]

For someone so terrible, you're very generous. I appreciate it.

Voice;

[of_the_lake]

[He would take years to realize it was Alice actually ribbing him.]

Still, I cannot have you accompany me, yet. The problem lies in distance and the fact that I know almost nothing about my upcoming task.

Voice;

[digophelia]

[ Oh, no, Alice may have more fun picking on him when she actually learns how teasing actually works. Or at least not poke fun at something other than his formalities and lack of emotion. ]

It's for the best. Besides, I... [ She falters just a bit; everyone here seems to have one big task that actually contributes to to something meaningful and Alice has a rabbit and a horse. That's it. It makes her feel small again. Of course she puts them before herself. ]

Well, I'll need to feed the mare and the rabbit. I shan't be leaving from the station until then.

Voice;

[of_the_lake]

[Alice. He's heard that voice, before. He once had a squire who would twiddle his thumbs and sound sad whenever Lancelot took the work from him. Alice obviously wanted to go slash some throats, so--]

There is no rush, my lady. Even if I were to move in haste, it would still take me a bit of time to meet with you.

Voice;

[digophelia]

[With already low self-esteem and all of these people who have careers to begin with, it makes her feel lacking on so many levels. ]

I know. I understand. You'll do what's right.

Voice;

[of_the_lake]

Don't be ridiculous.

[He didn't like the idea of being told that he was some sort of good judge of action and consequence--]

I only intend to do as I please within the confines of my tenets.

Re: Voice;

[digophelia]

[ She's rolling her eyes. ]

I have seen much worse, Sir Lancelot. I prefer your company over some I've had the misfortune of being subjected to.

Voice;

[of_the_lake]

I am not putting myself down in that statement. If anything, it seems ridiculous in retrospect that I would abide by knightly tenets.

It's simply good upbringing.

Voice;

[digophelia]

Oh, so I see. You just can't seem to take a compliment. Would you prefer the opposite?

[ Not that she wants to, but he's confusing and absolutely vexing. Still a friend, however. ]

Voice;

[of_the_lake]

You could stand to be more critical.

[He said, fully understanding what that statement meant.]

Re: Voice;

[digophelia]

When you give me more of a reason to be, perhaps I shall.

[ She's being honest, she never sugar coats it. ] Other than you can be a thorn in my side time to time, at least you mean well.

[ A thoughtful pause here, because, why not, if he's such masochist. ]

You're also a little dense at times, but you're forgiven.

Voice;

[of_the_lake]

[He was forced to pause just a moment.]

You say that because we disagree rather often.

Voice;

[digophelia]

Oh, I do not! I say it because you are too literal for your own good sometimes.

[ Pot and kettle. ]

Voice;

[of_the_lake]

Sometimes, I wonder. You're pleasant to have as company, but from time to time I believe you enjoy our disagreements.

[Kettle and even darker kettle.]

Voice;

[digophelia]

[ This is the first time Alice has been flustered into a silence. She sputters and she doesn't even know how to respond to that other than a huff as she blows her hair. ]