[ Byerly, though, in his own strange way, isn't goading. It's a puzzle, and he's drawn to puzzles like a moth to flame. He's a man of many appetites - for wine, for sex, for finery, for recognition - but no appetite is stronger than his hunger for knowledge. Even knowledge about child murders that occurred more than a thousand years ago.
It takes him a few moments to respond, because he's wandered away from his phone. Once he sees there's a reply from Richie, though, he picks up again, answering: ]
A twelve year old driving a heavy vehicle, I suppose.
[too late, he realizes his mistake. That was almost as good as a picture and a set of dusty prints that they had the perpetrator upstairs.]
i don't even know what he looks like. I was eleven and i got out clean. People here are mind readers and fire spitters and all that magical crap. Pretty sure if a killer got loose they'd smoke him out real quick
[ The last thing he wants is to bare any part of his heart to Richie. God knows. But - well. He's humiliated himself worse for less crucial information. Such is the life of a spy. ]
You really can't conceive of any reason I might want to keep children from being torn apart? After offering me your sweet condolences?
Too bad that Richie is about 99% sure that even if he told more people about it, it wouldn't do a lick of good. They'd be too old to see it. They'd start looking the other way, and they'd kick up a fuss in the wrong directions. They'd find another Henry Bowers and they'd put the matter to rest once the lynching was done. It would eat and then It would sleep, and it would be a quarter of a century before anyone got a third shot at putting the beast to rest.
And what he's 100% certain of is that though there could be people around who might have a hope of helping, Lord Emperor Byerly is not one of them.]
What did you say? History is like water to you? Useless and available to spill?
Goodnight, good sir, and sweet dreams to you.
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It takes him a few moments to respond, because he's wandered away from his phone. Once he sees there's a reply from Richie, though, he picks up again, answering: ]
A twelve year old driving a heavy vehicle, I suppose.
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Is your dick hard yet?
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I'm certainly not saying it's likely, but I assume there was more than simply discomfort with the method to go off of.
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i don't even know what he looks like. I was eleven and i got out clean. People here are mind readers and fire spitters and all that magical crap. Pretty sure if a killer got loose they'd smoke him out real quick
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Why are you afraid to speak? You don't strike me as a coward.
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Forgive me if I'm not nancy drew over here. It's ancient history anyway
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How about if i turn up drawn and quartered you get to read my eulogy? Make it a four stanza I Told You So
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Nice talking to you By
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You really can't conceive of any reason I might want to keep children from being torn apart? After offering me your sweet condolences?
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Too bad that Richie is about 99% sure that even if he told more people about it, it wouldn't do a lick of good. They'd be too old to see it. They'd start looking the other way, and they'd kick up a fuss in the wrong directions. They'd find another Henry Bowers and they'd put the matter to rest once the lynching was done. It would eat and then It would sleep, and it would be a quarter of a century before anyone got a third shot at putting the beast to rest.
And what he's 100% certain of is that though there could be people around who might have a hope of helping, Lord Emperor Byerly is not one of them.]
What did you say? History is like water to you? Useless and available to spill?
Goodnight, good sir, and sweet dreams to you.
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I'm not going to give up on this, Richard.
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