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[leonheartedly]

WHO: Thistle (and visitors)
WHERE: Thistle barn
WHEN: Day 27, evening

[it's been a little non-stop for Thistle today and today sure did happen a lot, didn't it]

Comments

[survivaltricks]

[a tiny little grin]

What do you know about Phantom Thieves? They're pretty popular in fiction.

[leonheartedly]

I like crime stories, so I'm a little familiar.

[survivaltricks]

[nods!]

Then that makes this a little easier to explain.

Phantom Thieves steal from the rich to assist the downtrodden. They have fun with their escapades, but each heist has a greater purpose.

[lifts a finger to his lips and winks]

. . . my team of thieves-- we steal "hearts." The distorted, ugly, blackest of hearts of criminals who are otherwise untouched by the criminal justice system.

[leonheartedly]

[his lips twitch at the wink, but then his eyebrows furrow]

I'm assuming you don't mean literally.

[survivaltricks]

Of course not.







That'd be murder.

[leonheartedly]

[his lips twitch again]

Not always.

Sorry, that's where my mind goes when you say you're stealing hearts.

[survivaltricks]

You and everyone else. Trust me.

[but he sounds amused]

They're metaphorical hearts. Imagine. . . if someone's distorted desires had a physical form. If that physical form were stolen, then they wouldn't have those desires anymore.

[leonheartedly]

[he nods slowly in understanding]

It makes sense . . . as much as something like that can make sense. [a brief smile] What happens to the people you steal these hearts from?

[survivaltricks]

With their desires gone. . . they become "honest" people.

[as. . . honest as a criminal can be, he thinks]

Or, at the very least, they recognize the severity of their actions. Their guilt consumes them, and they wind up turning themselves in to the authorities.

[leonheartedly]

[from the pause and the look on his face, it's clear that Tyr is giving that some serious thought]

That sounds too good to be true, you know.