Plan [36] : [Can I have a nature change?] [voice]

[nowarstowin]

[It's quiet for a minute, but for the soft sound of breathing, a little erratic.]

How ... ridiculous. Just sheep, bleating around your little pasture, only stirring to remove yourselves from immediate danger. Pretending that everything is fine; the runes take those who are suffering as long as your perfect little world isn't touched, right?

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[bene_elohim]

I do not have the patience for your eloquence right now, Caesar.

Are you unharmed?

[nowarstowin]

Hah. [Have some eerie, rasping laughter in response to that, bud.]

Unharmed enough. Wouldn't want to spoil anything, now.

[bene_elohim]

...fantastic. You as well.

[nowarstowin]

If you're going to talk, you might as well make sense.

[bene_elohim]

You can't piece it together?

You've been affected by the experiment, as well. It is a shame.

[nowarstowin]

I'm always affected by these ridiculous experiments. So what, I ask? It changes nothing. The wolves become sheep, the sheep get a taste of what it's like beneath the wolfskin, and in a few days they'll all lie together again, waiting like princesses for some unknown savior.

[bene_elohim]

Poetic. But utter drivel.

If you despise being relied upon by so many, I suggest you cease making yourself senselessly helpful and caring.

[nowarstowin]

[More kinda creepy laughter, but it's edging on desperate.]

Perhaps I shall.

[bene_elohim]

Then stop talking and do it.

I will speak with you when you've regained your senses, Caesar. Right now I haven't the time to babysit a mentally unstable teenage tactician.