Going one step further, Barty switched to Latin, reciting a poem before closing the book. "Alas, poor brother, unfairly taken away from me, now in the meantime, nevertheless, these things which in the ancient custom of ancestors are handed over as a sad tribute to the rites, receive, dripping much with brotherly weeping."
That said he sat up, set the book aside and finally looked at Giacomo. It had been a while. He moved on to Italian as well, since it was more of a token effort anyway. At least Jack looked confused, so there was some satisfaction in that. "I've been feeling nostalgic, Jakob. I think it's time to bury the past."
"Bury? How? It won't go away. I've tried, it doesn't go. You can party, drink and fuck but it doesn't go away." He had been trying. A lot. He moved closer to the cell and then leaned on the glass, looking at his brother curiously. And then he switched to Tolkien Elvish. Why not? It was fun to be around his brother, only he could play with languages the same way he did. "Mother? Father? They've been so absent."
He had never seen them again, even if in the early days, he had a pathetically childish want to be found by them and just have a normal life. As if. Idly, he changed it up to French this time. It was just satisfying to make it as hard as possible for these guys to snoop. "It's just us at the end. As always. What do you have in mind, brother?"
"My mind is on blood and death." What else was new there. Other than the language, which was Gaelic. Barty sounded almost wistful there and then he turned his head and smiled suddenly, looking at Giac, his tongue touching the corner of his mouth briefly. Ancient Greek was a good choice for this. "Oedipus was ignorant when he killed his father. I've never claimed ignorance. It doesn't fit me."
He planned on killing both their parents with full awareness.
"...are you two fucking around?" Jack honestly couldn't tell. "How many languages do you speak?"
"At least one more." Barty answered him in English, then spoke to Giacomo in one of the languages they had made up. One that only they spoke. "I know where they are. That's why I came here. To find out."
He wanted him to know that he was still too smart to be caught. That he could still protect him.
"It's fun, you'll enjoy translating. Promise." Giacomo assured Jack with a bright smile before he turned back to Barty, seamlessly switching to the language they had built together all those years ago. A shared language of trauma and resistance. One he enjoyed speaking and hadn't been able to for years.
"I knew it was on purpose! Smart Bart. Are you going to kill them?" Giacomo didn't know how it felt but he couldn't say he was weeping over it. "They want to stop you. They want to use me to neutralise you. I can't let it happen, not this time. I want to not be a coward or -- or it never stops, does it?"
Giacomo looked scared as he looked to his brother, clearly unhappy with the situation. "Kill them and make it all stop, Barty. I want it to stop."
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That said he sat up, set the book aside and finally looked at Giacomo. It had been a while. He moved on to Italian as well, since it was more of a token effort anyway. At least Jack looked confused, so there was some satisfaction in that. "I've been feeling nostalgic, Jakob. I think it's time to bury the past."
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He had never seen them again, even if in the early days, he had a pathetically childish want to be found by them and just have a normal life. As if. Idly, he changed it up to French this time. It was just satisfying to make it as hard as possible for these guys to snoop. "It's just us at the end. As always. What do you have in mind, brother?"
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He planned on killing both their parents with full awareness.
"...are you two fucking around?" Jack honestly couldn't tell. "How many languages do you speak?"
"At least one more." Barty answered him in English, then spoke to Giacomo in one of the languages they had made up. One that only they spoke. "I know where they are. That's why I came here. To find out."
He wanted him to know that he was still too smart to be caught. That he could still protect him.
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"I knew it was on purpose! Smart Bart. Are you going to kill them?" Giacomo didn't know how it felt but he couldn't say he was weeping over it. "They want to stop you. They want to use me to neutralise you. I can't let it happen, not this time. I want to not be a coward or -- or it never stops, does it?"
Giacomo looked scared as he looked to his brother, clearly unhappy with the situation. "Kill them and make it all stop, Barty. I want it to stop."