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Ah, yes... Mr. Bolton. I’m more than aware of that Jabberwock’s hypocritical habit of placing blame on those who have shared similar crimes with himself. Those who force fear and their control upon others, for example. Throwing that in which he despises about himself outward.

Pity him, my dears. For it must be a lonely existence to carry on that way.

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Really?

.... Definitely not, hm?

Pff.

Dennis is doing well. He’s got his own room, and I think he’s been doing well for having people to talk to properly; I’ll be inviting a few friends over while he’s here so Miriam and I aren’t the only venues he has for conversation.

Not that it isn’t a joy to talk to him, but isolation does unpleasant things to a young man’s mind.

He gets to pick dinner once a week.

And, well, he reminds me of my own little brother; I haven’t had the chance to see him for about two years now...

....

A lovely notion, that. To see the likes of the Scarecrow in all his glory, taking down the beast that had bested him before. Using his toxins and vorpal blade, to snicker snack the monster’s head clean off his shoulders. An epic in narration, worthy of poets to sing for years to come!

Wary? I’d be a fool not to be a little cautious. HOWEVER, am I afraid of the man keeping up with his promises of ill intent and making a personal visit to my lovely abode? No. I feel safe enough where I am, currently. And I know not to be baited so easily. 

Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that, my dear. He seems more keen on going after the gallery than targeting civilians. It isn’t as if the man can wrangle anything tangible from you lot, anyway. What would you tell him, pray tell? Preferred music choices? How I enjoy my tea? The fact I fancy an evening out dancing as a wonderful way to spend my time?