The promise was Mari's safety. It meant to assist me if I agreed, but I didn't want its help; that's when it threw the pretense of negotiations out the window and helped itself to my body.
[Who would ever think possession is a good form of assistance?]
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[Who would ever think possession is a good form of assistance?]
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[horrifying!!]
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[Pathetic, really. But heartbreaking when he thinks about the people it'll go for next.]
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[first and foremost, though he does have other questions.]
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Well, is there anything else?
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Is it still there inside you, or - did it leave once Flayn was dead?
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...What are you going to do, tomorrow?
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[If anything, he's angrier that his execution will be used to harm the others.]
But more importantly . . . I'm way too stubborn to take no for an answer.
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We'll get you back. And we'll find a way to make sure Mari is safe, too.
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I'm counting on you. And . . . take care of yourself.
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[helping]
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