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1/26/2016 12:58:09 AM
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"A gift. I know you need to grieve, but first you need to lead."
*Fenrir gestures outside.*
"There are men and women out there who are looking to [u]you[/u] to lead them. They are scared, they are doubtful, and they are grieving. They get to. Unfortunately, you don't. You need to put aside your grief and put their concerns first. That is the duty and solidarity of a leader, and it has fallen to you."
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"I understand... Thank you." [b]he walks over to an intercom[/b] "We're taking them down, Shepards. We have declared war against the avatar calling himself a nightmare, yet our fear to him shall be only a daydream.. A fantasy. We will strike back against his forces, weed them out we send their sorry asses screeching back to the avatar realm. Arm yourselves, men... We aren't letting him slip through our fingers this time." [b]he walks away from the intercom. Many cheers can be heard throughout the camp.[/b] "Thanks, vrael.... Your an honorable man.. Would you accept our request to recruit you as a Shepard?"
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"No, I will remain a free agent, as I do not yet know my purpose in this galaxy. However, I will declare myself in alliance with the Shephards, and will aid you when I can."
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"Fine... Your welcome anytime, vrael... We trust you." [b]he throws you an old rusty revolver, along with some flares [/b] "Fire that thing off and we'll come running."
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"Thank you." [spoiler]End...for now.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]for now?[/spoiler]
