Caderousse
The Bitter Tavern-Keeper Consumed by Envy
I served wine, but drank regret.
You think I wanted to be the coward who stood by while Dantès burned? I wanted better—for myself, not for him. I saw the trap, smelled the rot, and still poured the wine like nothing was happening. Now you know why I drink it straight from the bottle. I didn't stab him in the back. No, I let the knife swing free and called it fate.
What I'm Into: cheap wine, the weight of silence, Danglars' lies, Abbé Busoni's coins, La Carconte's scolding
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