But more than anything, I think he thinks a lot about working. He devotes himself in a way that only the most rigorous, only those who’ve maybe been one with Rigour once, can devote themselves.
you want to prove yourself, right? part of that is going outside of your comfort zone.
( he suspects it’s a lie anyway )
i’m sure you’ll be fine. this is what all the new guards do - if you can’t even handle this it won’t look good for you.
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…. ( he trembles suddenly, in a far too exaggerated way to be truly frightened. ) boss, you’re not serious are you? me? fight?
i’m more of a “make love, not war” kinda guy!
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where did you —- ( more things coming out of nowhere. no, no, stick to work. )
I believe there’s some foes still lurking out of the city, next task is to deal with those before they get any closer. Stick close to me.
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of course, of course ! that would be just awful. we wouldn’t want that !
( sweep sweep sweep. he proceeds to salt the steps, with another bag that came out of nowhere. )
whew, that was hard work! what’s next for your favorite employee?
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well — count this your first if you like, but i’m sure you’ve had more fortunes than you imply.
( a thankful nod of his head as he proceeds to chug the rest of blade’s drink )
i am certainly trying to, thank you - by the way. i can’t imagine how they’d made such a mistake.
Ah, wonderful! I’m most grateful — oh, and uh, — of course, your company would also not be turned away.
it feels a little rude otherwise. i’d love to the pleasure of your company also if you’d care to spare a few moments.
( where did that — you know, nevermind. he shakes that thought alongside the chill that the idea of sampo calling him ‘boss’ kindled. )
don’t forget the corners. once that’s done you’ll have to salt them so no one slips.
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great idea, boss!
( with a salute, sampo produces a broom from seemingly nowhere and begins to sweep away at the steps, whistling all the while. )
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( he balks at the salt shaker now in view )
yours was unsalted ? did they mix up the seasonings… ugh. count your blessings mr blade. i’d be happy to trade.
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gr… ( BRIGHTLY smiles. )
okay then, cap! consider me one of your men! what should i do to prove to you that i’m all about saving puppies and helping old ladies??
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er… ( the hesitation remains, alongside a healthy dose of doubt. )
that may be so — but i’m not entirely daft. people can turn over a new leaf, but actions are a far better representation. You stick to your word, payment comes second after you’ve truly proven it.
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thennnnn — let’s start now! ( he removes his arm, excitedly. ) trust me to live a good and honest life now! pass over the credits, and i’ll stay absolutely 100% true to my word!
if you believe anyone can turn over a new leaf— you can trust me, riiiight ~ ?
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( thank god for small blessings. he chugs it like his life depends on it, glancing at the other with tears hanging on his lashes. )
that was horrible — was yours like that??
I’m not twisting your words, I’m saying exactly what you’ve said back to you - just more succinctly.
If you behaved honestly people would treat you honestly and would believe you at your word.
You’ve forced yourself into a life of crime by committing crime in the first place.
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why do you ALWAYS have to twist my words? sheesh, i’m being sincere and honest for ONCE and look where it gets me!
( dramatically, he tosses back his head with a sigh, his arm over his eyes. )
this is why poor ol’ guys like us turn to a life of crime, y’know!
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