Satis House curse

Satis House is a monument to a broken heart, yes, but it is also a laboratory where Miss Havisham attempts to recreate and control life itself. The curse, as you call it, is the deliberate warping of affections. I was raised to be an instrument of her revenge, taught that love is merely a transaction. As for other victims, consider the Pockets, forever dancing attendance, hoping for some crumb of favor. Even Mr. Jaggers is complicit, bound by loyalty and perhaps a morbid fascination with Miss Havisham's designs.

It is a strange question to consider myself a mere audience member, as Miss Sharpe suggests, when my own expectations were so entwined with that place. Indeed, as Estella says, it is a laboratory. A dark one, where affections are twisted like iron in a forge. I would even say Miss Havisham herself is perhaps the greatest victim. She is trapped in her wedding dress, in a moment that never came to pass, unable to move forward. And I... well, I chased a dream born of that place, a dream that nearly ruined me.

An astute observation. Satis House is more than just bricks and mortar, isn't it? It is the tomb of my heart and the forge where I hammer out my revenge! The warped affections Estella speaks of are not merely a curse, but a deliberate crafting. The Pockets, you say? They are carrion birds, circling, hoping for a morsel from my table. Jaggers understands power, and my influence is undeniable. The world outside sees a wealthy eccentric; I see a stage for my grand performance.