@IDVFemaleDancer ..I'm not /here./
[ Even so, out of something - be it the fact he didn't expect her persistence, or he just wants this confrontation over with - makes him limply hold his hand out to Margie. ]
I don't understand why something so trivial could possibly matter to you.
@IDVFemaleDancer I asked you /why./
[ Matthias' tone shifts slightly. He seems somewhat disenchanted, his eye meeting Margie's. ]
Who are you talking to? Who do you see? Is it me? Or are you looking for /him./
@IDVFemaleDancer ..Why?
[ Matthias balls one of his hands into a fist, only intensifying the bleeding. ]
You don’t.. Know me. You don’t believe anything I’m saying, right? Right.. When do they /ever./
@IDVFemaleDancer /Hardly./
[ Finally, Matthias plucks the final splinter from his hand, allowing his arms to rest at his side. Blood is slowly dripping onto the floor. ]
My brain hasn't belonged to me in a long time.
@IDVFemaleDancer [ Matthias’ eye darts between his hand and Margie’s face a couple times. With a short sigh, he returns to plucking the mood pieces from his hand, paying zero mind to any blood that may follow. ]
…I said you wouldn’t believe me, anyway.
@IDVFemaleDancer [ Matthias glances up at Margie. ]
…Just because I’m moving doesn’t mean I’m not a corpse.
[ His attention turns back to his hands. ]
That /thing/ is all that’s left of me.. Not like you’d believe that.
@IDVFemaleDancer ..Dead. I am. I.. haven’t been alive in years.
[ Matthias raises his hand, slowly beginning to remove his splinters. ]
That /thing/ is all that’s left. Not me.
@IDVFemaleDancer [ The sudden motion causes Matthias to bring his hands toward his chest. ]
..No. It's- It's fine. I'm fine. What does it matter. I'm dead anyway.
[ His flat tone is an odd pairing with his frantic words. ]
@IDVFemaleDancer [ “Sweetheart….” Eugh. ]
I have something I need to.. Be rid of.
[ If Margie is attentive, she’ll notice that Louis is absent. On top of that, there are a couple splinters buried in his knuckles. ]
@IDVFemaleDancer It’s.. Worth a shot.
[ Matthias holds his hand out firmly, palm facing up. His demeanor isn’t equal to the usual - he seems more.. Serious. As though it’s imperative he performs a task properly. ]
Thank you.
[ There’s a noticeable tapping of his free fingers against his leg. ]