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[repairedbywebs]

How troublesome.

I've resurrected as much as I could of the Network, but parts are still down. Is anyone having problems holding together the mainframe?

How's the war? I'm quite comfortable. Of course, I'm sure that someone will entertain an accusation of cowardice. Please. Do see what I say.

Private to Socrates//unhackableAnd you, dear brother

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[favored_son]

I want your job. Whatever it is.

[repairedbywebs]

A mechanic?

[favored_son]

You get to stay in and skip the fighting?

[repairedbywebs]

I chose.

D did not?

[favored_son]

He's a good boy. Listens to his mother. Not that he'd stay in even if he didn't.

[repairedbywebs]

And you? Have you eaten many of them?

[favored_son]

I am not eating those things. I'll save D if I have to, but that's it.

[repairedbywebs]

At least you have standards. They are quite ugly, and for me to say that, they must be hideous to everyone else.

[favored_son]

Seen worse, but at least I knew where it came from.

Sir Hellsing doesn't want D eating the things, anyway. Maybe I'll get lucky and it'll be swords and flying stakes all the way.

[repairedbywebs]

And you'll do very little?

Why, I imagined you quite the fighter.

[favored_son]

D's the trained hunter. I'm just a sidekick. Now no making fun of me not wanting to fight if I'm not allowed to make fun of you being comfortable.

[repairedbywebs]

I won't tease.

At least you have a sense of humor.

[favored_son]

Could say the same for you, Saya. You're a breath of fresh air sometimes.

[repairedbywebs]

Pleased to be of service.

And Doris?

[favored_son]

Hasn't threatened to murder me lately.

[repairedbywebs]

Ah.

I see.