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[shall_yield_us]

[ One angel + a myriad of candy pieces = apparently far too much chewing, as he takes one every so often.

Munch. Munch. Crunch.

(And the occasional wince, maybe when the candy-induced vision's a little unkind.) ]


Oh, enough with the warnings and the ever-weeping Cassandras. Shall we make a contest of it, then? A wager?

Whose tongue can take the taste of more of these? Come, come, no need to be shy. It's only indescribable humiliation for someone else, after all.

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[one_that_leads]

Perhaps.

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[shall_yield_us]

...fine, then. Pay them. Help a man on each day, become a - what was it? A benefactor? A saint to this place. I dare you. If you've so much atonement to make, then, by all means. I dare you.

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[one_that_leads]

[Resounding silence.]

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[shall_yield_us]

...see? Always so quick to withhold deliberation. You begrudge me for the taking of choices you loathe, don't think I don't know it - but where are yours, my poor Katan, hmmmm? You can't lead but always follow, you do understand?

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[one_that_leads]

Perhaps we all follow in some way.

But, yes, Lord Rosiel. I do understand.