[Fin] Murder U Too - Endgame

[Florien]

Well, it would have been GREAT for self preservation... If I had remembered to tell you about it. I told you about the drinks because I poisoned them all. A little shortsightedly, certainly... but the medicine, I only poisoned some of. I remain indispensable. Thankfully, I walked in and told you about it before you all DIED. Though I would have been happy for you all to die. Frankly, I'm sick of all your shit about this and that and your WEIRD FUCKING OBSESSION WITH RIGHTS FOR DEAD PEOPLE. NOT EVEN UNDEAD PEOPLE, DEAD PEOPLE. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?! You're all like "oh no, Kellensea is BAD for thinking people are SANE" but clearly, that just means YOU'RE all insane, you're all fucking unhinged and incapable of rational decision-making. If you were sane, we'd have had frequent murders. One of you is going to break down into sanity, sooner or later. You're not stupid. In fact, let me place a bet down, Ranma. Someone is going to die tonight, and everyone will be like "Yeah it's totally Kellensea, that sounds like something she'd do" and you're going to get me hung, and then, it will be all "Kellensea didn't do it, so yeah the murderer's going to walk out" and you'll be like "oh wow were we dumb". You talk of the "Coward's way of doing things" but that's BULLSHIT. Does it matter how things are done if they are DONE?! Especially with killing! If people die, what matters? That they're dead, that there is nothing tying it back to you (or everything tying it back to you, if you're doing intimidation), and NOTHING. ELSE. There is no "coward's way". There is an OPTIMAL way for DIFFERENT scenarios. Coward is so fucking arbitrary of an insult, SO FUCKING ARBITRARY, that I could apply it to you, you refuse to use poison, because you're afraid people will judge you. You coward.

Kellensea hears Ronnie. She turns, and gets hit in the face with the empty can. It just bounces off her armor, she doesn't even show indication of pain. Either the can wasn't thrown hard enough, fast enough, to hurt through her armor, or she's just incapable of feeling physical pain anymore. Maybe both.

Hell. I wish I could go to hell. Hell was fun last time I went. I crushed devils underneath my boots. I walked into a powerful fiend's hold, and I strangled his closest friends in front of him until he told me where to find his stuff. They fear me there. They fear all adventurers. Everyone fears us, across all planes where we explore. Even in death, we evade the worst of it, because they fear retribution by others of our ilk. Hell, I could sell my soul to some groups and go to an artificial demiplane, if I really pissed someone off enough to be worried about my fate. I could join the reincarnitory coven, if I just kept badgering them and threatening them. I could end up like Lucintsea, once a conqueror, now a semi-sapient undead creature, forever patrolling around the wastes, and enjoying every minute of eternity because all other emotions were stripped from me in the process. If I pay for my crimes, it will be in this life, and this life alone, and I will not pay, because nothing could be more miserable than dealing with YOU idiots with your fucking... your fucking... WEIRD ASS values. Everything I learn about you people, every second I have to tolerate you people, I come closer and closer to losing hope for your worlds. How you survive every day, how you haven't all been wiped out by YOUR Ezrezan in your worlds, I will never understand. I wish I could go to hell. But instead, I'm stuck here with you.

Kellensea abruptly calms down and starts spinning in the office chair again.

Anyway, at least you know where you stand with me. The others, they that come from your world. They've been taught to hide themselves out of shame and fear. Who knows how many people could be like me among you? Not just in here, but out there, back in your homes? How many of your friends have been like me this whole time, and just been pretending to feel the same way as you do? I can't imagine being forced to hide. I can't change who I am. I'm an adventurer, and I'm happy with it. But those like me in your worlds? They must be miserable. You don't know where you stand with them, and you know even less where you stand with people unlike me, such as yourselves. Hell, people like you specifically, Ranma, are so enwrapped in guilt and shame that you don't even know where you stand with YOURSELF.

Her somewhat long winded speech over, Kellensea gets back to spinning on the office chair, looking vaguely upset with everyone.