Daily Dialogue: Cauldron of Malice – Chapter Two

Agatha

So, where do we… begin?


Catherine

What do you mean?


Agatha

Do we focus on my blooming into murderessdom, or on your internal happiness?


Catherine

I prefer to think of it as an infernal happiness, dear Agatha.


Agatha

Why such negativity for something so precious?


Catherine

The infernal brings me happiness, of course.


Agatha

You’re a very queer teacher, Catherine.


Catherine

Would I be right in suspecting that you’d enjoy an explanation?


Agatha

“Enjoy?” “Delight” would be a more pervasive word.


Catherine

Allow me to delight you, then.


Agatha

Oh joy.


Catherine

If I were to ask you to procure… five words to describe your perception of the world, which would they be?


Agatha

Shackled, malodorous… displeasing… oh, what’s the word… gilded… ripe.


Catherine

Would I be right in saying that you use those words in the negative?


Agatha

Each and every.


Catherine

Why did you choose “ripe?” You already used “malodorous.”


Agatha

“Ripe” in relation to produce, not aroma.


Catherine

Ah.


Agatha

Perhaps “pregnant” would have been a more succinct word.


Catherine

No, you chose well. Why would “ripe,” or “pregnant,” be adverse?


Agatha

Because if a juicy pomegranate were left on the stem, eventually it would rot.


Catherine

Then, you ultimately refer to potential wasted.


Agatha

Yes, I believe I do. What of your five telling words?


Catherine

Obliterate, wasteland, agony, offal… infernal.


Agatha

And these are positive?


Catherine

Divine.


Agatha

And you will explain?


Catherine

When you realize that you are in the cold, uncaring embrace of chaos, you can either learn to love it or be driven mad by it.


Agatha

Wouldn’t loving chaos demand a certain insanity on the part of the beholder.


Catherine

Heh, well, I suppose if you place it that way before me… Do I make more sense to you?


Agatha

No, not much.


Catherine

And yet, you stay.


Agatha

And yet, I stay. Have you killed before?


Catherine

Would that terrify you?


Agatha

No.


Catherine

Would that excite you?


Agatha

No.


Catherine

What would it do?


Agatha

Educate me.


Catherine

Yes, it would.


Agatha

And it would take me back to my original inquiry.


Catherine

Which was?


Agatha

Our focus.


Catherine

Ah, yes. And, yes.


Agatha

How many?


Catherine

14. Afraid, dear Agatha?


Agatha

No. Why did you kill?


Catherine

Does one need a reason?


Agatha

Everything needs purpose.


Catherine

But we live in chaos.


Agatha

Then we must make purpose in the pandemonium. Otherwise, insanity.


Catherine

Because we are all infernal. Does that suffice?


Agatha

For now. Am I infernal?


Catherine

Oh yes, dear Agatha.


Agatha

What talisman have I to protect me from your bloodlust?


Catherine

My word.


Agatha

Why should I trust such a thing?


Catherine

Because language is the only currency humanity has. Gems, fabric, gold, flesh… the only way these things have meaning is through language.


Agatha

A rose by any other name…


Catherine

Ramblings of a madman.


Agatha

Oh?


Catherine

A rose only matters because we gave it meaning. If we didn’t find it beautiful, if we didn’t make it a symbol of affection, it would be left amongst the other flora. Left to strangle and stab and shred with its thorns and wildness.


Agatha

Were you still talking about a rose?


Catherine

Yes, but not just.


Agatha

I understand, and I accept your talisman.


Catherine

Splendid.


Agatha

Whom do we focus on?


Catherine

Shall we let fate decide?


Agatha

With chaos, there is no fate.


Catherine

Why do you say that?


Agatha

Because there is no future. No past. Just the constant flow of now.


Catherine

Shall we let chance decide?


Agatha

Chaos laughs at chance.


Catherine

Perhaps you are more an agent of chaos than I, dear Agatha.


Agatha

How can there be probability in perpetual disarray?


Catherine

Then let us let chaos decide.


Agatha

How do we do that?


Catherine

This teacup.


Agatha

Oh?


Catherine

Since chaos is everlasting, nothing is certain. Correct?


Agatha

Yes.


Catherine

Then my dropping this delicate porcelain onto stone might not shatter it. Correct?


Agatha

Yes.


Catherine

Then let us beckon chaos. If it shatters, we focus on you. If not, on me.


Agatha

Amen.


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