Roth Mulciber (rmulciber) wrote in plagued_logs, @ 2015-10-10 12:22:00 |
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Roth enjoyed playing the game. He'd gotten better at it over the years, appearing respectable, winning people's trust. And because he enjoyed it and was good at it, he could basically do whatever he wanted to. Life was good. Of course, the others were always a threat, though this Bole character was quite young and didn't seem to know who he was at all, so that was fine. Still, Roth was curious about him. He knew he probably should have left well enough alone, but he felt some amount of empathy for the boy. He could relate to him somewhat, even though he was happily not in that place anymore.
The Auror who he was partnered with didn't trust him, and he couldn't really blame him. However, after a few hours of standing around, he did finally leave Roth on his own so he could go relieve himself. He hadn't dare attempt to speak to Bole before then, but now that they were alone, Roth leaned against the door, looking through the small barred window. "Everything all right in there?" he asked quietly. He had no doubt the disturbed young man would latch on to any offer of conversation. Even for psychopaths, one could only play around in one's own head for so long.