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"The rest of my life, but in what condition?" Elizabeth demanded, surprising herself with unusual anger.

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"I know, I know you tried your best, but, what is that strange feeling inside of me then? Did you...take anything out? Is such a thing even possible? I wish I felt more like myself, but I don't fully. Could you add anything, to...make me better," she suddenly wondered, with a hope gleaming in her eyes.

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"The dream might fade, if all is normal, but all the rest. Oh Victor, I really don't thin you understand," the young woman complained. She could not state precisely what befell her, only that she felt bad, empty inside. Prone to fears, irrationality, even anger, and she could not remember any of it from before.

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"I can bear through the dreams," Elizabeth thoughtfully concluded. "It is the rest I am worried about. All of...this," she pointed with the index finger of her right hand towards her head.

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Victor's arm around her felt supportive at first, but then began feeling suffocating.

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It was all her she knew it. At least the new her, and she looked forward to the time when Victor would fix her. Make her good again.

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"Well, in a sense, that could be considered covert. Manipulating a memory is a private matter. Outsiders watching you should not be able to experience its effects. All they would see, at best, is you losing track of where you were headed. At worst, they would be disappointed with you not refilling their drink. Ascribing the delay to your tardiness. Memories are too subjective, too immeasurable, and may be deemed covert for the sake of discussion," Hyde thoughtfully retorted.

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His mouth twisted into a mysterious smile when Leticia turned the conversation towards a different topic. "Don't mention it. I seek to cultivate unusual people like yourself in this household," he spoke almost seriously, only a hint of a taunt evident in his eyes.

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Turning back to his lady, and quite willing to indulge her, Henry happily nodded. "It will be my pleasure to carry you, my Lady.?Nobody else would feel so right in my arms as you do, after all. Yes, some normalcy would not hurt us. Let us proceed and catch on the sleep," Hyde spoke with a barely suppressed yawn of his own.?

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Henry was taken aback more by the statement that a woman should go after what she wants, then by an active demonstration of the mysterious device. "I wouldn't say that," he dryly commented in response to Leticia's exclamation. The whole thing did not seem to be quite real, though it worked well to amuse him.

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"Well,?I do have many rooms available, so finding one near mine would not be problematic Although I doubt anybody would barge in so openly as you seem to think. Their whole method of operating seems to be covert, in regards to all of us...if I thought those were real, I would even consider a ghost of sorts, but none?of us here truly believe in them, I surmise," Henry concluded thoughtfully.? "It has to be a spurned female lover of yours, Leti Dear," Hyde suddenly quipped, making his words sound decisive.

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Part of his mind wanted to puzzle over the mechanism Rena was using. Another part was curious about how a memory could be fully erased. Fortunately that scientific part of his was mightily exhausted and was ready to resume its mental operations at a later time. Sleep has eluded him for far too long, and now was the time to assuage that need above all others.

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"A family business. Do tell. How intriguing. No wonder your family has resources. Or, did you mention resources? I thought you did, only, with my memory playing tricks on me,?because of my?inebriated state, I suppose I cannot rely too much on it.

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All that is quite a story. You, being so forward as to proposition me. It seems so counter intuitive, that it would be unlikely for you to make it up. And yet, how bizarre. A different world indeed, with rules of its own. A good girl indeed, the standards of being good must have changed over time," Henry smirked. His mind was trying to process all the developments mentioned, the possibilities, both promising, and frightening at the same time.

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"What was that about the..dream realm? That is still the confusing part. If you kill people?in earnest, in real life, what is the point of dreaming in the first place? Is it like an exercise, to refine the killing techniques that you do with dreams?" Hyde?wondered, his brows raised in a frown of incredulity and confusion.?

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Elizabeth tried. To suppress that dark desire. To be attentive. To remember harder that tenderness she had also experienced. Once upon a time, when his eyes were so...soft, when his intentions, so sincere. She thought, they were good then. That was the truth, and she remembered that part as well. IT was a pity he hasn't changed greatly physically. If he has, she could remember the nicer Victor more, being different from the menace shesuddenly detected in him.

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"Yes, Dear Victor, I shall try. You are so nice to me. So encouraging. I appreciate what you have done for me," Elizabeth tried to reassured herself. Her focus occasionally wavering and returning back to his face, with mixed results.

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"Nothing comes between us? You mean it Victor? There are...no secrets you are keeping from me then? I am so sorry. It's all these wretched dreams I keep having. About somebody standing?over me. Peering into me. I know it isn't you. Of course?I do. But, those dreams, they frighten me so. They make me feel...unreasonable..." Elizabeth almost pleaded with Victor. Not sure what it was she needed from him. Perhaps being reassured. But in a different way than what?he was offering. She didn't truly expect him to read her mind. That would be irrational. But she wanted her mind at ease, and despite his best efforts, the great scientist was rather failing at that, her mind noted with a small dose of pity, sadly mingled with ridicule. ?

Elizabeth could so vividly remember Abigail. How they sat together face to face, smiling at each other. Or perhaps at each other's words. It didn't truly matter. Only a common experience they shared. It should have been common place,?and now Elizabeth could but yearn for something so plain to take place?again. She could no longer relate to that simple innocence she'd?possessed. It was good to have her memory validated, but?saddening, to realize she would never relieve it.

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And she just knew she couldn't for innocence left her, and dark yearnings took root in her heart. That wickedness that she could not countenance. That resistance, that a good girl like herself, should not have experienced. That dual attitude, the interest at Victor and her entirely unworthy suspicion of him. Elizabeth did not know what was happening to her. She really wanted to be soft, almost managed to be, but when Victor explained?his reasons for letting Abigail go, she could not bring herself to believe him.

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He had no reasons to lie, obviously, yet why could she not refrain from seeing something sinister at the corner of his eyes. It had to be her of course. She knew she was changing, but did not expect herself to grow so wicked so fast. And yet, those dark emotions pulled at her, forced her away from her beloved, for that was surely what Victor had been to her.

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"It will be sorted?!" Elizabeth question almost angrily, her indignation turning into?sobs. "It will never be sorted. Oh, Victor, I will never be the same. As I was. At least, I don't think so, it's not like I truly remember what I was. I am so sorry, I may seem ungrateful. That dish, sour?craft you called it? It is magnificent, you are so thoughtful. Oh dearest Victor, you shouldn't have done, really shouldn't have. I don't mean the sour craft dish, I mean, I don't know what I mean," Elizabeth sobbed, out of pity for herself, the sobs slowly subsiding and something sinister creeping into her mind. An idea, a dark idea. Unbecoming, unworthy idea, that Victor had to be slapped.

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She knew she had been better than this, she knew that. But now, oh now it was very different. The old Elizabeth, the loving girl, she was nowhere to be found. The very thought made Elizabeth burst into tears once more. ? ?

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OOC: Temporarily taking Elizabeth until Kimmy's move is complete and she can resume her capable handling of the character.??

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"Yes, I think...I remember," Elizabeth slowly considered with an attempt at a smile. "I would like that very much, Victor dear. Things back to normal. Although I thought, oh it surely must be my imagination. But I thought, there was somebody else with me on the swing. We don't have a maid named Abigail, do we? I am so flustered, Victor. I have these...well strange memories that make no sense, and terrible dreams.

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There was somebody leaning over me, yesterday, throwing chunks of, oh, I cannot even mention it. It doesn't matter, I suppose, only to show you?how feverish I must be, and my imagination of this maid..." Elizabeth mind, as if in a desire to punish her, gave her an image of her more natural self, smiling benignly at somebody else, this Abigail perhaps. What happened to her, she had to wonder, what malady befell her, that she did not feel quite natural about smiling.

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At least Victor was still here, and he was always so kind to her. She may have glimpsed an instant where his younger self greeted her, and not with coldness and disapproval, that for some reason she felt he would have been entitled to. She could always talk so comfortably to him. ?Those memories, they were all wrong though, somehow. As if an entirely different person lived through. It wasn't right for people to change the way she has, Elizabeth decided.

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"I am sorry, I must have been difficult, my, Love," Elizabeth tried, her hand tentatively reaching for Victor, hoping to feel something, and afraid at the same time. If only she at least knew what she wanted, why the very sight of him made her feel so odd. Perhaps it was her need for being close to him. That had to be natural, Elizabeth considered, trying to look softer, to feel softer, the way she almost knew she was supposed to feel.

?Very good, my lady, James replied as he dished a healthy portion of the potatoes and roast beef on to Elizabeth’s plate. ? ? Victor nodded to him approvingly, then turn back to Elizabeth, oh yes, swings can be that, can they not? It’s so easy to sit quietly and just…, Allow one’s mind to drift, or to?think in a more focused manner if one so wishes to do so. He nodded when she asked if they’re actually were a swing there, yes there is, would you care to go and sit in it ?with me,??after our meal? ? It was at that moment that yet another dish was brought in and presented, and Victor smiled even wider, his face coming a lot with interest, as his appetite increased. Ah, sour kraut, Food of my country, for as far as he knew, the dish was German in origin; you servants of truly outdone yourself this time, he told them. Here, have you tried any of this, he asked Elizabeth, do you remember????

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"Rocket, is that similar to a rock? A rock that could fly perhaps, like a...catapult?or a ballista? That would be intriguing if possible. I have read about such inventions in some recent novel by a novice author.?I don't know technology has its uses, I suppose. But I prefer to use it as a...consumer. That might be the right word. To know its inner most essence would be deviating from the natural sciences, as I see them. Some fundamental principles, perhaps, but more than that, and one goes astray.

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Education in killing? Now that one ought to be most handy, but where do you get one? I thought the schools that taught assassins were last seen in Italy when the great families needed them as much as an army. Is there some secret tradition that keeps a school open for skillful students? And how do they recruit prospective students then? This is all very interesting. I must admit. The future has its fine points then.

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Now surely you must...well, I don't mean to be insensitive, but you did not have sex? That part sounds the most far fetched thus far. You do know it is impossible, don't you?" Henry wondered curiously. He ws half amused at such an outrageous claim, half embarrassed to pursue it, and yet unable to stop himself.????

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