[Even if he had been, there's still a possibility he'd have spared him? It would depend on if he took part in what happened. And since he left to avoid doing so...it's a really low bar, but that seems to be where it's set for the Westergaard family.
Heck, he probably has somewhat higher standards than Hans did when they first met. So maybe he should be less harsh.]
Oh, and I guess not your mother either. I never really saw her.
They're not good people. I told him that. But...I didn't go there looking to get in a fight with anyone. I just...lost my temper.
[Once the moment passed, he wasn't going to stalk the castle grounds sweeping up any Westergaards he missed. Who does that? And though he hadn't thought much of it at the time, in retrospect he's glad he didn't cause some kind of horrible succession crisis for the whole country. That sort of thing starts civil wars!]
I...turned them into sea monsters? The little crawly kind that lives on the ocean floor, not the kind that can sink ships. [He's not an idiot.]
I wouldn't judge you if you had. My family is... well, now you've seen it for yourself.
[ Bullet dodged there, good thing Lars was fourth in line so he's not too far from succession, either. In fact, being the nerd of the family, he was probably way better suited than most of the others. ]
You... [ Wait. What? ] You can do that?
[ Once again, really focusing on the wrong thing here, Hans. ]
I can there. It's pretty much a fairy tale, mysterious magic people just happen! Talk to Belle from the first show sometime, just don't tell her husband.
[He's never met the guy, actually, and has no idea how he'd feel about his backstory getting co-opted. But the less this story spreads around, the better he'd feel about it?]
Um. Well, I did talk to all of them when I was getting your stuff together.
[He is not gonna detail exactly how all of that went down. Hans has the gist - he knows his family best, and besides, why would they let a random servant take all his things if they weren't disposing of them anyway?
He doesn't need the specifics.]
And then we got in an argument and they tried to attack me. Technically, they can break the curse if they manage to become decent people before time runs out, but... [He shrugs, poking at his food. Not gonna hold his breath on that one.]
[ Yeeeeah, he can kinda guess. Actually, he'd more likely believe that they insulted Bal somehow rather than himself, but he's also not super used to anyone getting mad on his behalf. No one's ever done that? Ever? ]
Yeah, I don't see that happening any time soon. [ He shrugs. He'd have more sympathy if they hadn't been totally awful to him his whole life. ] I'm sorry you had to deal with them. I'm actually more surprised they didn't just ignore you once you mentioned me.
I never really did, except to tell them you were dead. I just thought I could pretend to be a servant, get your things, no fuss. But they, uh...they talk pretty freely around their servants, huh?
[In fairness, he doesn't know that any of the real ones would have cared about the way they were treating Hans's memory. But it's certainly classless either way.]
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[ He pauses on a bite of his burger and shrugs. Hans must never know about the dwrp 4th wall. That'd be a too much meta for him to handle. ]
Wow, your cast must've been awful. I barely spoke to her for a few minutes and I wanted to be done with her.
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Oh? Was he like the head assassin?
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[The shitty one, to be clear.]
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So he was a charismatic jerk, in other words?
[ Sounds... familiar... ]
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[The Balladeer is suddenly very very interested in his fries.]
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Hans is quiet as he finishes off his burger, but hey what better time to change the subject, right? ]
Speaking of-- [ definitely NOT HANS, ] You said you'd been to the Southern Isles, right? You met my brothers?
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[This subject is less awkward, but only because the first one was so awful!]
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You can just say he was terrible, you know. It's not going to offend me.
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[ Hans grimaces. ]
He assaulted you?
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[He fidgets, fiddling with his sleeve.]
There might have been some things that happened.
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[ I mean for real tho. Hans has no idea what Bal could be so nervous about. It's not like his father has ever done anything nice for him. ]
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I, uh. [He looks away, rubbing the back of his neck. Oh, fuck this.] I might have, um, cursed your family. Some. Not all of them.
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Only some of them?
[ Is it weird that that's his first concern? ]
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[Even if he had been, there's still a possibility he'd have spared him? It would depend on if he took part in what happened. And since he left to avoid doing so...it's a really low bar, but that seems to be where it's set for the Westergaard family.
Heck, he probably has somewhat higher standards than Hans did when they first met. So maybe he should be less harsh.]
Oh, and I guess not your mother either. I never really saw her.
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[ Harsh is right. Hans frowns, looking down at his plate. He probably shouldn't wish ill on his family? Maybe? ]
I-I love her, don't get me wrong. But, well... Lars, too, they turned a blind eye for most of what I went through.
[ He looks back at the Balladeer, curious but not judging. If Hans could curse them, he'd have done much worse. ]
What exactly did you do?
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[Once the moment passed, he wasn't going to stalk the castle grounds sweeping up any Westergaards he missed. Who does that? And though he hadn't thought much of it at the time, in retrospect he's glad he didn't cause some kind of horrible succession crisis for the whole country. That sort of thing starts civil wars!]
I...turned them into sea monsters? The little crawly kind that lives on the ocean floor, not the kind that can sink ships. [He's not an idiot.]
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[ Bullet dodged there, good thing Lars was fourth in line so he's not too far from succession, either. In fact, being the nerd of the family, he was probably way better suited than most of the others. ]
You... [ Wait. What? ] You can do that?
[ Once again, really focusing on the wrong thing here, Hans. ]
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I can there. It's pretty much a fairy tale, mysterious magic people just happen! Talk to Belle from the first show sometime, just don't tell her husband.
[He's never met the guy, actually, and has no idea how he'd feel about his backstory getting co-opted. But the less this story spreads around, the better he'd feel about it?]
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True, there's that thing with Elsa and Rapunzel in Corona...
[ He'll have to keep Belle in mind. Maybe they can go visit someday. But back to the point. ]
So you cursed them? My father and my brothers... except for Lars. [ Hans is honestly impressed? ] They must have really gotten under your skin.
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[He is not gonna detail exactly how all of that went down. Hans has the gist - he knows his family best, and besides, why would they let a random servant take all his things if they weren't disposing of them anyway?
He doesn't need the specifics.]
And then we got in an argument and they tried to attack me. Technically, they can break the curse if they manage to become decent people before time runs out, but... [He shrugs, poking at his food. Not gonna hold his breath on that one.]
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Yeah, I don't see that happening any time soon. [ He shrugs. He'd have more sympathy if they hadn't been totally awful to him his whole life. ] I'm sorry you had to deal with them. I'm actually more surprised they didn't just ignore you once you mentioned me.
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[In fairness, he doesn't know that any of the real ones would have cared about the way they were treating Hans's memory. But it's certainly classless either way.]
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They don't exactly pay much attention to them... My father was always quick to terminate people, so the servants try to stay out of the way.
[ Hans takes a sip of his soda, thinking back on all the servants he knew growing up. ]
I was probably the closest to them, since my parents usually just dumped me on the staff. But no one ever stuck around long enough for us to be close.
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