[there's a very...loud sound here, and what sounds like the death throes of something...not human. A wet thump. Galatea's voice is recorded unintentionally: off-handed, unconcerned.]
I feel strange. [that noise again. Her voice sounds a little tense now, but not angry.] To be forced into this relative peace...no, to desire to fight.
Mm. I don't know.
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Why don't you go run around in a circle for an hour or so and then come back and tell me all about it?
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Circles! Oh! That is what, makes, time!
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Yes, yes, you're exactly right.
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My thanks, Galatea.
[after all, she can't hog all kills for herself. 8|]
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[thunk as she sits down]
You asked for a spar.
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