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1/5/2016 12:00:13 AM
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"You joined evil when you were good."
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"I just do jobs here and there, still with JT's PMC"
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"I don't trust you."
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"Then don't"
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"I don't."
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"I don't care"
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"Fine with me."
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[b]He launches the knife into his own arm, cutting deep[/b] "You aren't getting this back"
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"I have more." [b]He says whipping one from his pocket and shoving it into his own arm as well."[/b]
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[b]He levitates that away as well before walking over to you and forcefully taking the knives [/b]
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[b]One still remains in his pant leg and he takes it out, about to cut again.[/b]
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[b]He takes it before he can do anything[/b] "Do I need to tie ya up"
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"What am I supposed to do? I don't trust any medical professional for meds."
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[b]He tosses you something[/b] "Listen to that, made me feel better"
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"Thanks." [b]He puts the earbuds in, desperate for something. [He begins playing the music, closing his eyes./b]
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[b]It's an old song in a strange language, yet it's soothing, and calming[/b]
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[b]His body sways to the tune.[/b]
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Edited by Asharru: 1/5/2016 12:34:49 AM[b]He stays and watches before he leaves[/b]
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"He falls asleep to it."
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[spoiler]end[/spoiler]
