Laurent leads the way out of the Asylum, onto the Asylum grounds, and begins a leisurely stroll down the driveway, taking his time. He clears his throat and begins speaking in a low voice.
"I believe we want similar things Mr. Malice. I believe we are both aware of a very potent force in the universe. I speak, of course, of entropy. Everything in the universe is winding down Mr. Malice, everything is on the clock. Unfortunately, nothing lasts forever, and the clock is almost out of time. What happens when the clock runs out Mr. Malice? What, indeed? The end, Malice. The end of everything.
"The universe wants to be dark, did you know that Mr. Malice? Oh yes, the universe wants to be very, very dark, make no mistake about it. Darkness is the true natural law of the universe, beyond anything else. It takes no effort for darkness to exist. It's the light that struggles pathetically for a time, but inevitably it gutters out. Everything wants to break down to its base components. Let me take the flame analogy even further. The flame burns the wood, the flame goes out. The wood is nothing but a charred husk, that left to time and the elements breaks down over weeks and years, down to a molecular level. To an atomic level. Sub-atomic. Beyond that, who know? But irrefutably, everything breaks down. It's all programmed to break down.
"Light is antithetical to the true law of the universe: inertia. Nothing lasts: societies, governments, bodies, minds; nothing endures, nor is anything meant to. Entropy is the balancing factor: entropy is the key. More than any others, we know the true secrets of chaos, we know the truth of what lies ahead: Gehenna, Mr. Malice. Gehenna is coming. And what is Gehenna but the theoretical and practical breaking down of all things vampiric? The rising of the Antediluvians is our end, the means to our inertia, the means to our inescapable destiny.
"I have heard them speak, Malice, that disingenuous lot of fops and brown nosers. They pretend they're a family, they try to convince themselves that structure is somehow an option for themselves. Truly I tell you this Mr. Malice, they are mad if they think they can deny their birthright by playing house.
"That Maddalena is a shrink, a doctor of the mind. She tries to cure patients, instead of indulging their unique perpspectives and allowing them to embrace their own path to entropy. And that Stan. No disharmony, no disunity. Those things are the very essence of who and what we have become. We are the harbingers of discord. Every Malkavian has a path to walk, a duty to see where his insight leads him, and he should at least be afforded this opportunity by those who claim he is family. They're all deluding themselves. And the way they tried to get boons out of us...like we're a couple of wetback neonates fresh off the Sire's teat. Forty years undead is plenty enough time to learn the nuances of Elysian discourse, as they saw. The only reason I shut my mouth was the Prince. He gave me a fair shake, and he seems a right good chap.
"The fools," Ferguson sighs.
"Do you understand what I'm trying to say, Mr. Malice?"
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