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➥ AUDIO

[nestingdevil]

Who ever said we had to?

[His tone is dry, his pitch low. It's as if he's speaking with a lazy-haze, one similar to someone just woken up from a particularly-long nap. Yaha's dauntless in his efforts, venomous when struck, and Greed shuts one eye on the other side of the feed. Had it been a video, there would have been one long cock-slanted smile. A knowing sort of gesture, as if he had heard the rant before in the two-centuries he has under his belt.]

[As it stands, it's just mild silence on the western front.] Most won't understand - as much as they may say otherwise. The mortal-lot likes what's at the surface. They don't really want to know what the underworld has in store, what's really going on until it's too late. But that's not their fault and you certainly can't blame 'em.

And who am I to judge? [A match sparks, spitting fire on the feed as a rush of air meets for an ignition point.] Seems to me you're already set on that idea, but I'll tell you this, Yaha:

I've always been a bit of a fan of the underdog.

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[barebacking]

Your faith in them is admirable.

[ The elf breathes in and out a few times. He pushes back his hair as he finds his calm. All that venom has nowhere to go. Swallowing thickly, he finds the red flickering just outside his vision fading until everything is as it should be. ]

I do wonder if one has the capability of saving me. But you would rather we save ourselves, right?

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[nestingdevil]

[The bottle grinds against the surface of wood until it's plucked up between his knuckles. Greed clacks his nails against the side of the neck, grinding the tips in as he listens.]

Save yourselves? No, not really. Like I just said: I'm always a fan of the underdog, Yaha.

What is it you really want from me here?

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[barebacking]

I wish for you to make the decision for me.

[ Then he won't have to take responsibility for himself. ]