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[wretchedact]

I almost pity you little worthless things.

"Cursed", are you?

If you don't be careful, your little acts will all come undone before your curtain falls.

And no one likes a play that ends like that.

... Now. Where was I?

Van.

Comments

[argiano]

Yes.

[wretchedact]

What are you getting done here?

[argiano]

Not a great deal, admittedly.

[wretchedact]

And yet, not chomping at the bit...

Like being bored, do we?

[argiano]

Not particularly. What would you wish me to do?

[wretchedact]

Be useful and find Saya.

Not that fake one, either. My Saya.

[argiano]

Lord Charles, I have significant doubts as to Saya's presence in our... current area.

[wretchedact]

She had better be here, Van. I wasn't done with her.

[argiano]

Be that as it may, if she isn't here, you may have to wait some time longer to finish your fight with her.

[wretchedact]

Time long enough to punish you for that trick you played a part in, Van?

[argiano]

If you think it necessary.

[wretchedact]

Did you think you could get away with it? Solomon told you about his little gift form Amshel, didn't he?

Didn't he, Van?

[argiano]

Would you believe me if I said otherwise?

[wretchedact]

Beg for my forgiveness.

[argiano]

Please forgive my disloyalty, though I do not deserve it.

[wretchedact]

And what did you even think you'd get out of that stupid trick, Van.

A blast like that? Killing me? Don't be stupi-

You said you'd never betray me, and you play tricks like this? Play along with Solomon?