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Perpetua finds Copia back stage waiting for him. After months, they've rewired Perpetua's guilt. Now he really doesn't care about being prideful, he likes being on stage. More than he loved God or is supposed to worship Satan, he loves Copia.
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They were loud tonight weren't they?” Copia spoke softly, picking invisible lint off the chair.
Perpetua slowly licked his lips as he draped his coat on a rack in the room. He stepped in front of Copia, the chair between them, Perpetua played with the edges of his shirt sleeves.
“Si, I feel as though I did very well tonight.” He kept his gaze averted from Copia’s, looking at his hand on the chair.
Copia let out a laugh, just once, that sounded forced. He adjusted his suit jacket. “and just how well do you think you did?”
Perpetua blinked a few times, looking at nothing in particular. “I feel…that I did really good, the audience cheered and sang along in the name of Satan.”
Copia was silent for a moment, though Perpetua heard a leather glove hand sort of creak. “How does that make you feel?”