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[bloodyheartland]

Now I can restart.

The work will move forward, and so shall the city, as long as we don't let our feet tire.

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[scabbersisgreat]

...Restart what?

[bloodyheartland]

Work that was in progress.

[scabbersisgreat]

What work?

[bloodyheartland]

I have no reason to inform you of that, Mr. Pettigrew.

[scabbersisgreat]

Fine. I was merely curious.

[bloodyheartland]

Curious like a Yoon-Hyoon, Mr. Pettigrew. You have the eye to be an informant.

But you'll remain on the outskirts, I imagine, waiting for a winner to emerge.

[scabbersisgreat]

A what? What's wrong with being good with information?

Shut up! You assume a lot things for how few times we've spoken. I don't see anyone could "win" in this situation anyway.

[bloodyheartland]

We don't need to speak to each other for me to learn about you, Mr. Pettigrew. All it requires is that you speak to someone.

[scabbersisgreat]

You--have you been spying on me?!

[bloodyheartland]

Spying would imply I'm following you in secret, Mr. Pettigrew. All I need to do is follow what you say on this network.

[scabbersisgreat]

Then you're stalking me. That's's hardly better.

[bloodyheartland]

You have a mind for information, Mr. Pettigrew. As do I.