[A pair of fashionable, but no longer in prime condition boots can be seen moving as the person holding the communicator walks- no, trudges through grimy looking snow. There is no talking or muttering, and the sound of breathing can scarcely be heard over the crunch of ice and gravel.
If one looks closely, a shadow of a building can be seen coming
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...are you all right, sir?
[The half-ghost didn't catch his name whilst being a Good Samaritan, only the fact that he was bleeding everywhere.]
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You're the one who helped me before.
[He can't but help make a face as he says it: ]
...Thank you.
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You're welcome, sir.
...may I ask what did that?
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...Though, I suppose I did provoke him. However, I assure you, it would have happened eventually. My irrational outburst merely urged him on.
It's pitiful really, even in this world, he has to compete with me. He can't accept that I won, I have the company, I have everything-
[He's going into rant mode again, feel free to stop this at any time.]
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So you see, that's why I win and he loses. Do you understand?
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