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| Polyta screams up at the catwalk where Jiro just was |
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| Oh, oh Goddess, this can't be happening... |
| Nix stands nonchalantly next to her |
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| Jiro is-- you have no idea how important he is! |
| He JUST TOLD US he's not coming back!! |
| What is the POINT of going and finding him |
| if he is just going to REFUSE us again!!! |
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| We-- there has to be a way--! |
| Polyta slumps down and tries to pull herself together |
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| We can't leave him. We can't. |
| Do you know why I am here? |
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| I'm sure the girls sent you... |
| I am here because your people, on your island, are WEAK. |
| They cannot defend themselves. They cannot lead themselves. |
| Without you, OR Jiro, they are going to DIE. |
| I came here to get you both. |
| But you both aren't coming. |
| I am not going back empty handed. |
| Because IF YOU DON'T your island is DEAD. |
| You surely understand that. |
| Mercy climbs back onto the fallen catwalk. Her claw arm is a bit busted up; it's missing a finger. |
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Your man may be an asset, but he's proven himself unreliable.
You need to make the hard choice, Polyta.
The bad outcome, or the worse one.
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| I just... didn't think it could come to this. |
| Not here. Not... not with Jiro. |
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| Come on, Nix. The girls are waiting for us. |
| RESUPPLY! Mercy teleports a bulging duffel bag into her hand. |
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Let me lend you some of my firepower.
Make up for your loss.
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| Polyta slings the duffel bag over one shoulder, and uncorks the Bottled Return. A swirling wisp of light emerges from it. |
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| You have my deepest gratitude, Mercy. |
| May the Goddess smile upon you. |
| A portal appears in front of Polyta and Nix. |
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