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You know, there is something immensely likable about just how fucked-up Folken's priorities are. I mean, you really have to admire a man who cares that much about his cats and that little about... everything else. Burn down your own country? Fine. Kidnap your little brother, poison him and hand him over to that annoying subordinate with the weird psuedo-sexual obsession? No problem. Torching Asturia? Hey, never liked that bastard King Aston anyway. Freid? Who even cares? Invent a machine specifically to ensure that poor Van humiliates himself in front of Hitomi? Damn, now that's just funny. Turn your own wings black, shorten your own life? No big deal.
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Sacrifice your catgirls?
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Screw you, Dornkirk, I'm taking my inventions and going home!
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Sacrifice your catgirls?
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Screw you, Dornkirk, I'm taking my inventions and going home!