Casi: I chose to ignore how sad you were.
Because A. I found you incredibly beautiful. Both internally and externally. There was no way to be better than you. And, B. It was too depressing.
A lot of people did. And…we’ve just been self-worshipping, self-pitying psychopaths, in regard to you.
Lacey: *Laying, as Lady Rosslyn, on some other aristocrat’s kitchen countertops…in the basement in Scotland. In the 1800’s.*
Wow!
This isn’t as nice as I had thought it would be.
Our kitchens were really this bad!??
*later*
Lacey: THANK YOU FOR BEING HONEST! *she yells at Casi*
Casi: I hate you.
*she smirks*
Lacey: Yes!
But not…really.
You mostly just…-
*she thinks*
You mostly just…-
*she shrugs*
You…find me aggravating?
Casi: *thinks*
You know it’s not aggravating, though.
Lacey: I know. …What is it?
Casi: I find you…depressing.
I’m never going to be Scotia. Okay!?!
…If there’s reincarnation, I’m NEVER going to be the daughter of Lord Loughborough. Or Lord Snotgrass. Lord…anything.
That time has passed. SO passed.
And yet…HERE YOU FUCKING ARE. …Lady Rosslyn…or something. …Lonely…sad…-
I could not…handle it.
And YES…of course you and Mark have money. Your family reminds me of the one I married into. In Italy. If there’s reincarnation.
I get it.
But…it’s not enough.
OKAY!?
And…I was just ready…for fun.
When I followed you? I just wanted fun.
Not more depressing news. Okay!?
No. This was NOT IT.
Lacey: *laughs*
No. I hear you.
It’s not…The Breakers.
Casi: No!
It’s like…what do I even have to look forward to?
If there’s reincarnation….for me…you were INSANELY DEPRESSING.
Because…where THE FUCK is Lem!?! Or…SOMEONE!?
And what does that mean? About ME!? …You know!?
Matt: That makes complete sense.
Casi: *cries, in her spirit, if there’s reincarnation*
I can’t take anymore!
Jada: What about Lord Thynne!?!
Casi: *thinks*
*shuffles something with her feet, thinking*
*sniffles*
*thinks*
I mean…-
*she thinks*
Yeah. Okay!?
But…I’m not stupid. …I can tell he’s not [she says Lem’s name in Great Britain, if there’s reincarnation]…
*she gets pouty and upset*
Jada: How did you figure out all of this!?
Casi: I was…stalking her.
Psychically.
Jada: Mmkay.
Casi: *sniffles*
I mean…this isn’t okay, guys!
Louis, of France: Well!
What can we do about it?
Casi: FUCK YOU!!! *she yells, at him*
Louis, of France: Casi…there’s nothing we can do.
Casi: *just yells, dramatically, in his face*
Louis, of France: *if there’s reincarnation, begins to cry*
*some chaos*
Lacey: But you don’t need to be me.
Casi: That isn’t the point!
Lacey: *thinks*
You can’t be me.
*thinks*
Why does it make you so upset?
Casi: Because!
*she sniffles*
I used to look-up to you. …I used to see people like you, as…experts. At life.
If you’re this incompetent? Then what?
