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"Spencer. Make it quick."

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[retrievalist]

[ Okay, too soon maybe. It's not like Cid knows that Eliot doesn't make a habit of assassinating people anymore. ]

Look, without this place messing with my head, I don't generally try and kill people. So you don't have to worry about me trying again.

[ Not to mention that he's pretty sure Cid might actually kill him if he does try again. ]

[judgmentbolts]

[ Cid does actually laugh at that. It's not the first time he's heard it. ]

Not anymore, sure. Seemed like you knew your way around a knife. You'd have had a better shot if you hadn't hesitated.

[ Credit where it's due. ]

I've no quarrel with a man who's been pushed to do something against his will. It's settled.

Though, I'd appreciate it if you kept the details of our little escapade to yourself. Not everyone's keen to think of someone like me as people.

[retrievalist]

[ Soldier, right. People have probably tried to kill him twice a day since he hit his twenties; this is just another Tuesday for him. ]

Think you'll find 'someone like you' more at home here than you think.

I mean, most of them ain't transforming into giant old men but there's a lot of magic flying around this place.

[judgmentbolts]

There was plenty of magic in Valisthea as well.

But enough of that. Let's have a drink when everything's settled again, eh? Unless you're worried that you can't hold your own against an old man.

[retrievalist]

Sure, and thanks for offering to pay for my drinks all night. Really appreciate it.

[judgmentbolts]

That's what two, three drinks before you're under the table? I think I can handle that.

1/2

[retrievalist]

Yeah, yeah, you're a virile old man. I get it.

couple of minutes later

[retrievalist]

So the stuff you said. About nobles. Did you mean any of that?

[judgmentbolts]

I did. My opinion's only changed for the worse since then.

If you really are some noble's bastard son — you'll get over it, I'm sure.

[retrievalist]

Between the two of us, only one of us is the noble, Lord Commander.

[ But that's... promising. Very promising. ]

[judgmentbolts]

[ Well, that's something of a relief, though Cid had suspected as much. ]

It's a military position, not a title.

One that I've long since deserted.

[retrievalist]

So the revolutionary part was true, huh.

[ And if the magical god part was true and the—jesus fucking christ—magical slaves part was true, then— ]

Full offence but your world was really fucked up.

[judgmentbolts]

It's not like anyone consulted me about it.

[ The revolutionary part is definitely true. ]

This one's not so bad, I'll admit, but it's got plenty of it's own problems, don't you think?

[retrievalist]

Yeah, just a few.

[ Sarcasm so strong it's probably oozing through Cid's phone. ]

Kind of place designed to pit neighbor against neighbor, you know?

[judgmentbolts]

Does seem that way, doesn't it? Throw up a few big strong walls to keep the trouble out, and who cares what happens outside of them?

[retrievalist]

Yeah, I think you and I are gonna get along just fine.

Looking forward to that drink.