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Oh, it's always that special something that gets you going. There had to be something big and valuable enough to keep me out of the way, so that you could get one of your bootlicks to get it all for you, for your own private war on Yredelemul. You say you're fighting him because he's evil, a stone-cold killer who makes corpses of good men, but you and he both have filled our streets with ghosts. Which brings me to my friends, as a matter of fact. Mayor Elyvilon still cares about this city, more than you ever did. He wants to heal this sick society, he even helped that "dame" you were sending me searching for to discretely get out to heal herself right into a new life as a real woman. He's smarter than you think. He's keeping tabs on all of us, a little something I knew from the second my ol' pal Fuuka mentioned her support group. Who'd make a support group for that sort, in these times, in a city like this? Only someone with both the power and the will to do it could even try. Mayor Elyvilon's been helping the sick and down, and they've been helping him. We both know Yredelemul wants the orb for himself, and you want it to beat him; Elyvilon won't want a war here, sweetheart. Not even your kind of holy war. Fuuka's right here, hearing every word. >>6087992 How many of the rest of Elyvilon's lot do you think are here? Why, I bet there's some bum stowaway on the Poseidon right now, a wanderer, taking the orb right out from under your nose. You shouldn't have had an in-person ambush, Zin. I know you hate fighting dirty, but if you'd just sent me away to someplace you aren't, you wouldn't have been distracted by me here right now. You played me, but he played you. |