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| So, are we ever going to get the story on what happened to your arms? |
| How long have you been doing this for? |
| → | Where have you been living all this time? If your home is gone. |
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There's an old advance base set up out here, in the enemy territory.
Aveans never found it.
They're not even looking for it anymore.
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| Sounds handy |
| → | Hah. Idiots. |
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| You said you were the last... |
| Was... was there anyone else... stationed with you? |
Of course there was.
You know what happened?
We failed. All of us failed, on every level. Our forces were decimated, our bastions fallen.
The way the others saw it, there were only two options left for us.
Capture. Or death.
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| Tough choice |
| → | They left you on your own. |
| They could have fought back. They could have made them pay. |
| I probably would have been just as weak as them... |
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I... there was one other, under my command.
But he... he didn't know.
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Enough.
We're almost at the surface. It's going to be crawling with Aveans up there.
We need to...
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| I am CLEARLY not a threat and you still shot me!? |
| What is WRONG with you why would you do that!!? |
...Huh.
Let me guess.
You're some... guilt-driven hallucination.
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| I'm here to collect THOSE TWO! |
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* NIX
* YOU WERE MEANT TO DISTRACT HER |
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| * WE FUCKING DISCUSSED THIS!!!! |
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| Aha. Mercy! This is our friend... our ally we were telling you about? |
| The one who is, I must emphasise, on our side? |
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| → | Yes, we are all friends here! |
| Nobody needs to get strangled today! |
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| * Hhhey maybe let's talkkkk |
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| Mercy, please, trust us when we say that this woman is critical to our plans to get home. |
| We cannot complete our objectives without her. |
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| Don't do it, don't, don't |
| Isn't it enough that she's our friend!? Don't you trust us? |
| → | You kill her, and we cut you down right back. Is that what you want? |
| Come on, please. |
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I could take you on. Easily.
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| But fine. Make your mistakes.
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| * Ahh haa thank you ma'am... |
| Sorry about that. We're both very glad to see you okay. |
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* "Okay"! Yeah! Hhaah hah, hah, haaa hha!
* It's. I know a really good therapist, so! I bet I'll be fine in the long term, ahahaa... |
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| Your prior plan to get us home, is that still viable? |
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* Fuckin'... I don't know!
* Shit's got a bit hairy back up there, they've stepped up patrols...
* I don't think I can get you two through the portal anymore, so, uh.
* Maybe we fuck on out and lay low awhile? And I sneak you out through the fucking, I don't know, the sewers? In a barrel!?
* I'm a little fuckin' schemed-out here! |
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| Security's high? I wonder whose fault that is |
| → | It's okay. We can come up with something new, together. |
| I'm glad to have you back, Sunny |
| For once Polyta wasn't wrong about that |
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| I have an escape plan already. |
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| * Y-- the fuck didn't you mention that earlier!? |
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| * Tell me that's not something we drink |
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