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“Well that’s good.”

"Yeah...I would rather join my dad...then have to kill"

“Yikes. My dad was a genocidic power house I would never join him”

"My dad died when I was four"

“Oh.. I’m sorry “

He laughs"Don't worry about it, I never knew him"

Turns around and hit his head on a tree, “you said you could take away her curse, how can we do that?”

He closes his eyes, then opens them about 20 seconds later"The curse has been half lifted, she will be stuck in the tower, but can regain her memories"

“Thank you, I will call you when it’s all done. Oh by the way, I’m gonna switch places with shadow for about 24 hours, I need you to put a collar on him so he comes back to the tower, can you help me with that?”

"Switch...places? I'm not sure how well that will work"

“Something tells me that shadow isn’t telling me the whole story, but I need you to be the abort button, if anything goes wrong I need you to help me set them right and watch what shadow is doing. And if things don’t work out, then I’m gonna find another way”.

"Are...you going to switch...now?"

“No, when I make peace with the light and dark tower and meet up with ht’ae’d again, then we will switch. We you help me with my request”

“So do any of you want to join us in our mission “

“As Netharan blesses you, my lady,” the cultist bowed again, “I shall follow you, no matter the cost.”

She smiled
“Good Your bravery is admirable “

Aleem shakes his head"I'm not gonna participate in a massacre"

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Patch? shakes his head"I'm more for peace" but then patch nods"But it will be fun"
Patch? shakes his head again"Patch, you will not participate"

She sighs
“If he wants to help then let him king man”

“Devotion inspires Bravery,” the voice repeated, “Bravery inspires Sacrifice, Sacrifice leads to Death.” The words of his mentor penetrated his mind as the others spoke, unaware of his presence nearby. “The Light lives in all things, in all places. You can block it, even try to trap it, but the Light will find its way. And the Traveler will protect itself.” He had pondered these phrases of wisdom for many years since that day, never doubting their worth to him. His red eyes were dimmed in the dark, not yet ready to reveal himself to them; what would they see, would they think? A monster of metal, trapped in time, lost in multiple realities on behalf of his “creator,” the horrid Thyrkeon, Concious Made Infinite. Not yet, he thought, not yet.

Patch? swings the hammer around"Yeah, this body sucks...compared to mine"

((patches body is not made for heavy weights))