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[shall_yield_us]

The same substance, in a tea spoon's fill is cure, in excess is... hmmm. Poison.

Well, Paracelsus be bless-damned, I shouldn't want more than a bite of you nomad tribes any-the-how. Unless you bring and maybe sing news, or blood offerings, or prayers.

But mostly news. Come, come, parasites. I'll take your news.


[ ooc: nothing past AS vol. 18, please ;; ]

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[shall_yield_us]

No. What I'm doing is succeeding.

[guardiansinner]

[Now she's even more pissed off. Rosiel is IMPOSSIBLE!]

Yes, but you're baiting me with pointless things! You willingly know you won't change, but offer that before me. For nothing, other than to make me angrier.

[shall_yield_us]

And to taste that anger, to remember it. Don't think so little of your pain: I treasure it.

[guardiansinner]

Why?! That's horrible!

Pain hurts. To treasure something you force on someone like that...it's wrong. It's sick. It's sadistic!

[shall_yield_us]

Says she, beloved of all who matter.

[guardiansinner]

[A nagging voice in her mind suggests she STOP TALKING TO HIM. It's been denied.]

All who matter? Are you saying only Setsuna matters to you?

[shall_yield_us]

My sister, who shares your brother's corpse. Blesses it so.

[guardiansinner]

You don't care for anyone else? Not at all?

And it's not his corpse! It's his living breathing body!