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[ Woden -- or is it David? -- he's sans mask today, sits in a chair, with his helmet. No lights today, nothing to attract the sort of attention that Woden normally craved. ]

I wonder... [ Says David Blake, with that slightly reedy, british voice. ]

How many of you have toyed with the idea of reform? In mythology, of course, it's quite the theme. Coming to terms with one's mistakes, learning from them, growing. Or perhaps merely suffering without knowledge of their past crimes. I have sources, examples, if you would like. The tale of Jaya and Vijaya is one of my particular favorites, or, of course, if you prefer the much more classic Greek, there's Sisyphus, or...Tantalus -- but those punishments are so... medieval, aren't they?

I think we're beyond such things. Coming clean about one's own crimes, and feeling... remorse should be enough, yes? [ A pause, he lifted the helmet, looked at it. David's face reflected back on himself. ]

Or perhaps not? Should we give up more, to show that it's worth it?

It was suggested that I give this up, to prove my devotion to the idea. [ He turned the helmet to face the camera, suspended on his fingertips, before he tossed it behind him. ] A costume change may be appropriate, in fact, don't you think? We've only found ourself at the end of the first drop, after all. It's about time I take the journey in another direction. Any other requests, before I take start earnestly investing in this change? I do want to prove that I am capable of being more than just an old punching bag whenever you all feel like you need one.

All I beg is forgiveness. It is, after all, the holiday season.

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Enough.

[ he sounds... irritated. Somewhere between irritated and bored, like he'd very much like to skip to the end of this charade already. ]

You're not capable of being anything other than what you are.

[ David sounds much more chiding, when the feed goes private. ]

You'd almost think I took away your favorite toy, Kylo Ren. Don't tell me you're going to try to ruin this for me.

[ This does not sound like a true and honest reform. ]

You are far from my favourite anything.

[ Somewhat of a lie. He really does very much enjoy feeling very justified in despising David Blake, in reminding him of exactly what he is at any given opportunity. In being his nightmare, the threat and promise of punishment. ]

I'd suggest giving me a very good reason not to.

Heh.

[ Says David, but it's all Woden. ]

I want room to breathe -- that's all. How can I come see you, be entertaining, if I can't leave?

[ There's a pause. A very deliberate pause, one that fills with all kinds of potential responses, giving David plenty of room to squirm.
In the light of what he did to his son, the petulant demand to be allowed space to move, to breathe, to leave... ]

If there's something you want from me, David.

[ Another pause. ]

Entertain me. Ask for it.

What do I want... from you...

[ A pause, Kylo can probably practically see him scratching his chin. ]

You were not quite so affected as the rest -- you harbor no grudge beyond... well, what we already have.

What I want from you is simple. I want more time -- a proper antagonist. Not these petty children, mired in their fear, guilt, and hatred. Cassandra's too blinded to even put together the obvious hints I've laid out in this very speech.

I want to be challenged, Ren.

[ Well, that's one way of saying unlike the rest of them, you enjoyed it. Which he did, of course. Part of him still believes that he was... better, as the being Woden reshaped him into.

He listens to David's swelling speech, seeing the flattery and manipulation woven into the words quite clearly– but in this instance, knowing the trick doesn't stop it from working. He can feel the strings tug, but... perhaps he wanted to dance, anyway.
He laughs. Short, sharp, violent and the opposite of warm. ]

You want to be given room to grow into an enemy worthy of my attention.

[ He'd thought Kylo would want to dance -- this particular dance was one they both favored, and David knew it. They were enemies, yes, but they pushed, and pulled, and it wasn't exciting when one was tampered with, unable to stand and fight.

David wouldn't want a weak Kylo Ren, after all. It felt more important, made him feel more important, to be successful against him. ]

Precisely. I do not want to hide away like a weak, pathetic creature. You and I both know I'm capable of far too much to hide.

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