[Musical Composition; Measure 7]

[liquid_topaz]

I became tired of everyone shooting glances at me and urging me to go home, so I went out through the city and took what pictures I could. Then I decided to icon them for a lack of anything better to do. These are mostly the more pleasant pictures. More romanticizing the city where there's not much to be romanticized.

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[nicotine_patch]

Tonight we're settling everything.

[liquid_topaz]

Did Haine finally get a hold of the Bishop?

[nicotine_patch]

I haven't seen either of them all day. I just don't give a shit after tonight. Haine's fucking miserable over keeping you guys here, so I'm forcing his hand tonight.

[liquid_topaz]

We're staying because we want to. We're not forcing Haine to hurry. We wouldn't be forcing him to come at all if we thought he really wanted to stay here.

[nicotine_patch]

He doesn't know what he wants, is the problem. He's going to pick tonight.

[liquid_topaz]

What's keeping him here?

[nicotine_patch]

What he doesn't know, and what he's just learned. The other genetically fucked-up orphans who aren't getting a helping hand when we're gone. The melodramatic motherfucking past.

[liquid_topaz]

What are the chances they'll get help even if you are there?

[nicotine_patch]

We do it. So... high.

[liquid_topaz]

What do you do?