fugue_reimond
Fugue
8:00 AM.
“You’re so stupid,” laughed Carline.
Reimond said nothing.
“We’ll run out of children at this rate! We should have more.”
He still said nothing.
“Let’s see if I can trace the logic,” she said.
She wouldn’t be able to.
“You give the irresponsible kid responsibility, and he jumps off a cliff to avoid it. Then, you send the impulsive kid to an environment which punishes their impulsivity. And finally, you inflate the crazy kid’s ego enough that he thinks he has the right to execute impulsive kid. So impulsive kid dies, and then crazy kid has to fight impulsive kids’ friends, and then you get more people dying.”
Nictate.
“You hate me!” she said. “You hate me and you hate my children!”
She was a fifty-five-year-old woman, and she still acted like this. Mermaids lived for a while, but come on. The correct move was to keep your mouth shut.
“Well? Say something!”
If their children grew to be fifty-five, and they grew to be better than them, it’d all be worth it. “You’re right, we should have more children. Let’s try February 17th, alright?”
“Oh, I have a dinner that day… but I can cancel, for you.”
At least his and Carline’s were dynamic. Too many of their collective children, Lionel, Four, Hendrik, Anisa, Jermaine, would simply find their niche and stay there forever.
Like he had.
Like he had.
He’d misjudged Quincy. Scared him off. Hopefully, he’d found a small way to make the world better, wherever he’d run off to.
He should’ve sent Samantha to Northpoint a long time ago. He’d misjudged her, too. He hadn’t expected her to kidnap a student and an artifact. He thought she’d spend several years there, grateful for the knowledge, and pacify. She should’ve fit in, given all her experiments in Penbarrow.
Proclaiming Agarma heir was all bullshit. He was smart, and he had the will, but, well. He was the crazy kid. And he liked Holstram too much. Or Callister. Whatever his name was. Plan — ‘plan’ — was to say he was the new crown prince, let his ego destroy his reputation, then seriously consider other candidates. Or, he’d prove he was worthy, and then hey, great. Timing on Samantha’s crime had been bad, though. And killing Samantha over being Samantha was a stupid escalation. He’d assumed Agarma would just embezzle, or something.
And, well. Anisa should’ve realized this by now. That it was all stupid, and needed replacing.
Or anyone else.
Maybe the fate of Brune was just to decay into city-states. That’s probably closest to what everyone wants, anyways.
He’d been planning on giving it all up, 2 years ago, splitting the country between Rose, Agarma and Calhoun, and they had come with quite a compelling plan, but, well… they didn’t deserve it, yet. He’d been convinced of that.