Worried

[noonvale_rose]

If the people having premonitions are right, and something's going to happen...

If it's another attack, we need someone who can create a safe place for those who can't fight. The people who did it before are gone now, aren't they?

[Screened to Dr. Finitevus//Hackable]... I've only heard a little about what happened to you, and what you did to

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[finitevus]

Am I such vermin?

[noonvale_rose]

You know what my answer to that will be.

[finitevus]

I'll try to hold back my disappointment.

[noonvale_rose]

Oh, please.

[finitevus]

Please what? Beg me nicely, mortal.

[noonvale_rose]

I don't beg things of tyrants.

[finitevus]

Oh, you have me all wrong, girl.

A tyrant demands obeisance, and seeks control and power.

I merely desire your destruction.

[noonvale_rose]

Badrang the Tyrant broke my neck and left me lying like a rag doll to die. It should probably tell you something that it hasn't happened, Doctor.