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“Are we having fun yet, Verse?”

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So Irissa had a sister. A sister for a sister then. There’s a certain poetry in it, right?

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I'm the boss now, you hear?

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That one fucking hurt!

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Neither am I. At least not in this context.

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Not yet, but I’d be lying if I said the notion hadn’t crossed my mind. Being a boss means making the hard decisions, and that usually involves setting and example.

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Are you kidding me? Mercy for this sack of shit?

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Eh… Maybe summarize it for me?

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Like fire. Got it. Nice, normal, red fire. No floating bronze head in it at all.

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Are you kidding? Where do I even start.

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So when I got tired of a gang, I disbanded and let the other bosses fight over the new recruits. That much amused me, at least. Some of my old mates are still alive and hanging around wherever they ended up.

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I get that. But it’s all I’ve got for you.

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Ha! Somebody made the mistake of asking the Voices for a nickname, didn’t she?

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This isn't how I pictured shit playing out, but it damn well should have been.

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This is certainly a change. A damn cold change.

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Did you say gloves?

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Oh, I don’t know. Big, burly, hairy. You sure Ashe ISN’T a Beastman?

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Go suckle at the iron teat of your pet Archon. I won’t get in the way.

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The merchant will thank you in the long run. If matters in the Crossing ever took a turn, he can bet that the Chorus will come to his aid first.

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I have more confidence in the Scarlet Chorus than these idealists. My rings are on them all wearing re before long.

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Much as I’d love to put an arrow through her throat, she’s got a point. We should return with Teodor and his ironclads at our backs.