Desperation
So, I sort of had this idea… what if Dio… alt Dio, me, whoever… had gone bad? And this silly little scene just sort of popped into my head. I won’t say it was fun to write, but exploring an older me who lost everything that mattered… who let her rage and anger out and who was paying for it… it was an interesting headspace to be in.
‘ Diotima.’ Interesting, that you choose to use that name. No one has called me that in… decades? Centuries, it feels like. Isn’t it strange, how the passage of time is colored by our experiences? And, I suppose, our imprisonment, in my case. That you choose to use that name…
Hn. I doubt you’ve come to set me free. Revenge? No, you’re not… look, I don’t mean to insult you but… no. You lack… whatever it is that allows us to kill one another. What, then, I wonder?
Help. You’re here to ask me for help, right? And if you’re asking me, you must be desperate indeed. Well, it isn’t like I’m going anywhere, is it? So, how might I… be of service? What do you require from this world’s most infamous monster?
….oh. Oh my. And you’ve come to me for help? Fucking hells. You must be desperate indeed.
No? You’re not? Child, you’re fooling no one. I know you’re desperate for two reasons. One, you’ve come here knowing that the things I most desire isn’t something you can offer. You can’t risk freeing me, knowing that I want nothing more than to finish what I started. But you came anyway, thinking that you could, what? Appeal to my better nature? Don’t make me laugh.
Hn? The second reason? Well, that’s an interesting one, isn’t it? Desperation can make us sloppy. It’s how I ended up here, after all, and it is how your visit is going to end in my freedom.
No? You don’t think so? Then why didn’t leave your lovely necklace… your lovely, enchanted necklace… outside with your other enchanted items, child? Why did you deliver to me the means of my escape?
Ah. Yes. There it is. The look of realization before the terror.