Today was one of those slower days, there were no appointments and nobody seemed to suddenly get interested and burst into the gallery wanting to admire the art.
While Annika busied herself with some paperwork, Peter just yawned and switched elbows to lean on.
'You know, the other day…' Started the girl, but then swallowed the rest of the sentence.
'Hm? Something happened?' Turned Peter to face her.
'Nothing. I was just wondering.'
'When we showed Kaemon that evidence the other day. You mentioned how his version of revenge is different from Marion’s.'
'How different revenge can be? I mean 'She flipped a few papers.', one can take revenge different ways?
'Ah, yes.' The guy straightened himself. 'You have some grudge against someone?'
'Not particularly. I was just interested, why the diversity?'
'Good question. I believe it depends on the personality. You see, Mari was hurt so she gathered herself and struck back with all her force, eliminating her opponent.'
'On the other hand, Kaemon just wanted to be left alone, but couldn’t bare the thoughts of maybe being wrong. He thought he unintentionally hurt the other and so that maybe he deserved all the bad things that’d happened to him. So once he confirmed that he did nothing wrong, he just moved on. Imagine how pissed that girl could be for years! Putting so much effort to torture someone but stop getting any response. It’s almost equally cruel.'
'If you put it that way.'
'And I have a friend who’s kinda insane and his way of revenge is all-out assault. You’d say it’s similar to Mari’s, but in reality he’s more heartless when he enters the state of hunting down his enemies. Meaning, he’d wade through even his own friends and loved ones. Now that’s scary. Otherwise he’s the kindest thing you’ll ever see, but I have to admit, even I’m kind of afraid of him sometimes. There was that time when I ended up on the opposite side of him and I shred a sweat to get out of his way.'
'I wouldn’t want to meet him.'
'And how about you?'
'What’s your style of revenge?'
'Quick and silent.'
Peter didn’t dare asking more, he thought it’s better to resume to boredom rather than having his throat sliced right there and then.