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Myra flops down on a couch, tired and a bit worse for the ware. Her sleeves are a bit torn up, and there are a few gauze bandages on her hands and arms, and the strange but pleasant scent of some unknown ointment seems to come from them. She runs a hand through her hair tiredly.
"What do you do...when you...when there's..." She sighs and drops her head on the back of the couch in frustration. "There's someone, someone very bad, that you just have to remove from power by any means possible. You're not even sure you're really within your rights to take them out. What's worse, doing this might cause more harm than good in the long game. What do you do?"
"What do you do...when you...when there's..." She sighs and drops her head on the back of the couch in frustration. "There's someone, someone very bad, that you just have to remove from power by any means possible. You're not even sure you're really within your rights to take them out. What's worse, doing this might cause more harm than good in the long game. What do you do?"