Fisher gave him a momentarily blank look. They studied that in class...but she let it go. It was less than impressive to admit that she’d remembered Hannibal Lecter novels better than school materials.
"I have not met evil persons. Luck or privilege, I think." Money being the synonym for both, but Fisher wasn't in the mood to say it out loud. "But evil work? I know evil work. All enchanters must. It is like the ice cream man knowing about freezer burn. People do terrible things with magic. Make terrible things. And when they cannot, they find others to do it for them.”
“You are right,” she said. “There is small originality in evil things. In the purpose of them, at least. Hurt him, fool her, rob them, and so and so.” She accepted the joint and took a brief, almost curt drag. The smoke felt like a new color in her lungs, her throat, her head. It would probably be a good idea not to indulge too much.
Fisher took another, much longer, drag.
“They can be beautiful, though,” Fisher said. “Bad things, truly bad things - they can still be beautiful. I used to think that was the worst trick, that horrible things can be lovely, ja? That is a stupid thing to think, of course. The worst is always what they do to yo - people.”
“You’re welcome. For the watch. I hope you will enjoy it. Do you think about killing them?” Fisher looked down at the ground below them. Her expression peaceful in a way that went beyond good smoke. “The castle people.”