[ Turnabout is fair play, obviously—he’s Orlesian, everything is fair play—and obvious, too, he supposes, that Darras is allowed to know these sorts of things. He doesn’t bat an eye. ]
If you ever meet anyone who is still looking into the distance like that over me, years later, you must tell me at once, so I can drop everything and marry her.
[Darras hasn't quite stopped laughing at Yseult's quick shift--indignation to admission in less then a minute's time.]
Oh, you don't want to get married, mate. You'll end up with a Yseult. Perfect. And then you'll be happy for the rest of your days--it's hard to be an artist and be happy, I imagine--what d'you sing about? Honestly, [this bit is to Yseult, obviously,] it's no wonder your paramour developed that quick attachment. Didn't I fall for the same. It was luck for me that it was reciprocated, that's all. If my luck hadn't been with me, sure and it would be me staring off into the distance. Asking everyone where that librarian had gotten to.
I bet that's what Viana Velez said, while she was holding the pieces of her broken heart together in her hands. Maybe we've got your role wrong, Bastien.
[ He laughs, ninety-nine parts amused and one part bruised. ]
Sûrement. When I need to end things with someone, I ask them to run away with me, and they spend the rest of their lives feeling very pleased about how gently they let me down. [ But, to Yseult: ] That would never work for you.
It has! Not often. [ This much, Yseult can agree with. ]
More often they ask me to run away with them, and I agree, and then stage a tragic carriage collision or an accident at sea or something, like with Velez. It's much more work.
This talk. Monsters, both of you. I can't believe I like you both as much as I do. Yseult a little more, of course-- [Wife, he acknowledges this silently by tipping his wine glass in her direction in a sort of salute.] --but even so. Got to be watching my back with you. Her for a staged accident and you for plans to be running away together.
Just break their hearts normally. What's wrong with that.
[ He winks, at plans to be running away together, with shamelessness rooted in certainty he won’t be taken seriously and forced to fight Yseult. ]
Breaking hearts normally takes time, to be convincing. Going from devotion to desertion overnight—half of them will think it is something they can fix if they follow you.
[ He pauses with his wine at his mouth. ]
Perhaps you could think of it as emotional plunder.
[ Logical analogy? No, not really. But they’re all monsters here, is the point. Attractive ones. ]
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If you ever meet anyone who is still looking into the distance like that over me, years later, you must tell me at once, so I can drop everything and marry her.
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Oh, you don't want to get married, mate. You'll end up with a Yseult. Perfect. And then you'll be happy for the rest of your days--it's hard to be an artist and be happy, I imagine--what d'you sing about? Honestly, [this bit is to Yseult, obviously,] it's no wonder your paramour developed that quick attachment. Didn't I fall for the same. It was luck for me that it was reciprocated, that's all. If my luck hadn't been with me, sure and it would be me staring off into the distance. Asking everyone where that librarian had gotten to.
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You are both ridiculous. She was a lonely woman with a neglectful husband and a stressful occupation. Any amateur could have seduced her.
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[ Thoughtfully now. But not too thoughtfully. He isn’t serious. And it isn’t that much money. ]
Maybe I should go after her. She cannot have gone far.
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Oh, now. Mercenary. And this while we're talking about love, or something like it, anyways.
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[ A dry look at Darras. To Bastien: ]
And I'm afraid she doesn't like men.
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At least I have my art.
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I bet that's what Viana Velez said, while she was holding the pieces of her broken heart together in her hands. Maybe we've got your role wrong, Bastien.
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Sûrement. When I need to end things with someone, I ask them to run away with me, and they spend the rest of their lives feeling very pleased about how gently they let me down. [ But, to Yseult: ] That would never work for you.
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More often they ask me to run away with them, and I agree, and then stage a tragic carriage collision or an accident at sea or something, like with Velez. It's much more work.
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This talk. Monsters, both of you. I can't believe I like you both as much as I do. Yseult a little more, of course-- [Wife, he acknowledges this silently by tipping his wine glass in her direction in a sort of salute.] --but even so. Got to be watching my back with you. Her for a staged accident and you for plans to be running away together.
Just break their hearts normally. What's wrong with that.
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Breaking hearts normally takes time, to be convincing. Going from devotion to desertion overnight—half of them will think it is something they can fix if they follow you.
[ He pauses with his wine at his mouth. ]
Perhaps you could think of it as emotional plunder.
[ Logical analogy? No, not really. But they’re all monsters here, is the point. Attractive ones. ]