Lore Cassius: Leader of the Black Capes

The leader of the black capes, you call him Lore?

Yes, I call him Lore… Lore Cassius.

Why?

You’ll figure it out.

Does he come riding a black horse of the apocalypse? Locusts in tow?

Weren’t you listening earlier? He doesn’t exist.

So says you.

So says I.

How would he know?

Know what?

That you love him.

He doesn’t.

Why not?

Because… he’s a figment of your imagination.

And yet you said it yourself, you still love him, that Lore Cassius, Leader of the Black Capes… the Englishman with the interesting style.

You’ve really got to stop saying that.

Saying what?

Forget it. I still do it now.

Does he come wielding a blade like he did?

Again… he’s just a shadow of a dream.

Menacing, and terrifying, henchmen in, like, ants on the machine.

No.

Come on!!!!! You would wait for eternity.

No one is coming to your door.

I bet he does have a sword, you’re just too much in denial.

I’ve paid all the prices you don’t know anything about yet.

Does he have oxygen tubes? A face mask? Deer antlers? A pet spider, Thaddeus?

I should have sent you to therapy.

Come on, you know, he’s the other half to me.

Those don’t exist.

So why are you tired?

Because I am the enemy.

Lore… Cassius… I get it now. I think I’ll nickname him Perseus.

He still kind of scares me.

I think you’ve just become scared of yourself.