[It's hard to tell if Lucian intended to start recording this or not. If he did, he's lost whatever train of thought he planned to share.
The jacketless swordsman is slumped against a wall, sweating and trembling, in a room that's way too dark for the time of day. Only his paper-pale skin keeps him from completely blending in with the shadows. The
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[His thoughts are so jacked up from trying to hold off this ungodly thirst for power that he doesn't even notice who he's talking to, much less the nickname.]
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I don't think that makes sense.
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[He groans. Something's messing around with his mind, and on top of that he's as sick as the proverbial dog. Coherence is not his strong point right now.]
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[The broadcast cuts out a few minutes later when he drops the Forge.]
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