Roth: Darling, what a night! The stuff of legends.
Jacob: Why did you do it? All of it?
Roth: What? Snap a baby crow’s neck between my thumb and forefinger? Slice to bits the ones you deem ‘innocent’? Keep the world in its divine manic state?
For the same reason I do anything-
Dear Mr. Frye,
Perhaps you have not heard of me for our mutual friend prefers to bury my existence under a pile of Blighter corpses.
My name is Maxwell Roth, and I have acted as somewhat of a father to the ones in red. I write to you because the Blighters’ decline has caused a quite of stir in the underworld. Quite a stir indeed.
But let us get right to the point–enclosed, please find an invitation to dine with me this evening at the Alhambra Music Hall.
I would be honored to have such an esteemed guest.
Yours,
Maxwell Roth
“Jacob, my dear. Where aaaare yooouuu?” – Maxwell Roth
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