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Great Mother in the Sky: No Love in the House of God
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Soars across the Milky Way, carrying travelers, a dream"
"It won't end yet," "I don't want it to end"
"But even so, one day.."
-Mr. Showtime


You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.
Setsuna Jun
"Plagued by insomnia...?"
He liked that. What a pretty way to put it. No, eloquent. No, beautiful! Maybe splenderifous? Anyway, he loved it.
"Naw, I'm actually doing great," he told her cheerfully. "Just set up my tent, and I'm about to enjoy a nice restful night before my super intense training day!"
Isla Greer
"Nonetheless," Puppet continued on stubbornly. "He's safer than either of us. We can agree on that. And if it comes to it, you can use your lifeforce again and-"
"No," Isla said coldly. "Never again."
Adrik shivered. Isla wondered if he was cold. A dark searing heat unfurled behind her eyes. She gripped her gown, willing herself to calm down.
"Say I agree to this foolish plan. Then what? If rebels are in the capital, then all is lost. I can't very much heal up here while my kingdom is in jeopardy, now can I?"
"It won't be. Your soldiers can take care of it. Your chain of command." Puppet fluttered up onto the dresser. "Think about it."
"Yeah, Puppet's right!" Adrik cut in. "It'll work fine, don't worry about it." He smiled at Isla.
She wondered when they'd gotten so close. Presumably while she'd been knocked out. "Trust my kingdom," she echoed dryly. "To run itself, while I snivel and cower."
"Trust your people. They can do it. They did it for years without you."

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"You seem very excited, when a few hours prior, you seemed anxious. What gave you that boost in confidence?" Chiara asked, smiling and lifting her veil again to show a smile.

You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.
Setsuna Jun
"Oh- hey little guy." Setsuna tried not to shiver at the bug-like presence of the creature next to him. "You have something there, huh?" He kneeled down and looked it over. He clasped the creature's fingers over it. "That's Legion," he told him. "We're the heroes. Le-gion." He formed the syllables carefully. "As heroes, we liberate and protect. That's what we're doing here. We're reclaiming the land of our ancestors now, and at the same time, saving the people here."
He smiled. "Hear that? Lee-jin. Try and remember it, it'll be important one day." He put a finger to his lips. "Don't tell anyone, though."
He smiled nervously at Chiara. "Well, I kinda remembered what I was fighting for," he laughed a bit nervously. "Y'know? What I wanted to be here for. Who I wanted to become, what I wanted to do- weird things like that." He stood up, brushing off his pants. He ducked his head as she approached. "Nothing really special..."
Adrik Volkov
"Still..." Isla began.
"Trust them, Isla. As you trust me."
A door across the hallway banged open. Slowly, Isla nodded. "Very well then. We hide. Like cowards." Her voice was ice-cold, and despite her wound and the hospital gown, she somehow looked very noble. Something like an old gentlewoman- resigned to her fate, but with a fire still burning in her eyes.
Adrik watched, transfixed. Then jerked to attention at the sound of boots hitting linoleum- right outside the room.. "Into the linens!" he ordered.
Soars across the Milky Way, carrying travelers, a dream"
"It won't end yet," "I don't want it to end"
"But even so, one day.."
-Mr. Showtime

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Chiara chuckles a little at Setsuna's words. "I find it very special, to be honest. Not many soldiers can maintain their belief and determination like you just did. I look forward to mending your wounds." She laughs a little, just looking at Setsuna for the time being.

You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.
Setsuna Jun
"Wounds?" Setsuna chuckled a bit nervously. "You're kidding right? Of course you are. We're not getting hurt. This is just a reclamation..." He trailed off. "Oh."
Isla Greer
Isla could do nothing but listen as Adrik got on the bed and plugged in the IVs. The boots of armed men outside their door. She gritted her teeth and clutched harder to puppet, wishing she could take his place.
But it had to be like this.
She had to live...
If he dies, she swore. I'll tear the rebellions- all of them -into bits of human flesh, and feed their souls to spirit hounds. She dug her fingernails into her palm, listening intently.
There's a kid in here!
A kid? How old?
14, 15. Probably not older. Doesn't appear to be conscious.
Wrong room then. Mark it down.
Could kill the kid. Then if we heard anything, we'd know...
If the tyrant's anywhere, it's not with some brat.
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Chiara chuckles and gives him a head pat (despite her being shorter). "You're a very brave and determined individual. Make sure to use that to your advantage, will you?" She puts her finger on his chest and draws a few imaginary lines across. "May the Saint bless your actions, as long as you do not sin."

You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.

You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.