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"It'd be a shame if you left so soon," the man said, turning towards the newcomer, the hint of madness gleaming in his eye.
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"Cites are the least of my concern. A city does me no good when I take care of who's in charge of it. I leave that to the officials to squabble over who should be who, while I take care of the things that matter most." He left those words hang in the air for a second, before he looked up. "The only hopes of saving the world."
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The man tapped his chin in thought. "I prefer the term 'taking care of loose ends,' if you don't mind. Not assassinating, per se..." He closed his eyes and snapped his fingers, grinning with madness. "Executing justice. An army wouldn't understand. I work small, taking care of the little things so I can prepare for the bigger plans."
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"Hmph." The man shook his head again, a mad grin slowly tugging at the corners of his lips. "I still see them as a hindrance. Best to work alone."
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"Whatever you need to tell yourself," he said, shaking his head.
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"Armies are a waste of time and resources," he said, waving his hand in the air. "Sometimes they don't follow your orders. It's better to just do things by yourself."
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It seems that we have another sugar addict. Now I'm scared.
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Q opened her mouth to say something, then tilted her head as if she was listening to something. She nodded slightly. "Normally, I would have us spar just for practice, but I think that we've stayed out here too long. Wouldn't want to get a cold, that is."
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"Mmm, yes, if you want to get nothing done that is."
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"Hmm, yes. I don't doubt that, considering that you actually followed through on bringing us to this wonderful cave of yours instead of killing us."
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Y'all, I think that I've found the song that Connie sings to herself when she's not on the Shard.
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"Water under the bridge," he said, waving his hand in dismissal. "I'm sure that they've been cleaned up already. Besides, I don't see yours having comfortable qualities, so I'm sure that people won't mind bodies, if they're still there."
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The man raised an eyebrow. "Last I checked, I remember offering a base of operations before you came along, but I digress."
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"Fair enough," she said, impaling her sword in the ground and started to lean on it. "I'm sure you know what sparring is, right?"
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"Hmm, yes." She reached out to the side, her blade falling into her hand without a sound. "Is there anything in specific you would like to practice?"
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"I'm not one for decorating," the man said with a dismissal wave. "But it's not my cave, so I don't care what you do."
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"Well, there's only one way to find out," she said with a shrug.
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"That," she said, rolling her eyes, "and also just practicing in different types of weather than what you're used to. A fight can come from anywhere and can come at anytime, no matter if it be raining or snowing."
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"You sure? You could use the practice, no offense."
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She seemed to smile at that false hope that she gave him. Of course, she wasn't sure if her life had gotten better when he showed up, perhaps a bit more complicated. As if it wasn't already so before. Q shook her head slightly, looking back at him. "That enough practice in the rain for you?" she asked.
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A soft blush appeared on her cheeks. "I hope I can say the same for you one day."
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Q looked at him, her eyes pitch black. She cocked her head at him. "You really do have something for her," she commented softly, her voice a bit distorted. She shook her head, her normal color returning to her eyes. "You still believe that we're destined to meet? That fate led us together?" A small smile appeared on her face. "You're holding onto that more than I am to the hope that things will get better."
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She gave that empty chuckle again. "I'm at that point," she admitted. "Many times in the day, I ask myself why haven't I ended myself, why I didn't pull the trigger on myself long ago..." Q looked up at the rain, her sopping hair dripping onto her soaked clothes. "Maybe it's because I'm too exhausted with life to not end it, maybe it's because I'm stubborn, but it's because I hold onto the foolish hope that the days will be better. That all my scars will finally go away... But you can see where that's gotten me."
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An empty chuckle escaped her lips. "I've tried just about everything. No matter where I go, people are the same," she said, her hand slowly making a fist. "They only 'need' you when they want something that only you can get. They'll stop at nothing to get that. I try to heal, but it ends up with me being more scarred than before."
