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[manlet]

Make it quick. I'm a busy man. ⏷

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[Andersen orders black tea, with sugar. Once the waiter's gone away, he turns his attention back to Cu. Folds his hands on the table.]

Tell me. For an Alter, is there a constant need for vengeance and retribution?

[He's curious.]

[curruid_coinchenn]

No. I just deeply resent the person who created me. I used to resent my lighter side, too, but...we've moved past that.

[ To say the least. ]

I'm not an Avenger. There's no point in vengeance and retribution. I would still be as empty as I am now if I ever killed Medb.

[manlet]

Hm. Fascinating. It's as you say, you're no Avenger. An Alter is an empty shade that shouldn't exist, while an Avenger is an existence born to suffer and die.

[He mutters more to himself than to Berserker:]

I ought to compare my notes...

[curruid_coinchenn]

...Your notes? [ He heard that and he's not letting it go. ] I'm not some research project for you, you know.

[manlet]

I'm an author. Everyone is potential material for me.

[He doesn't say it to be rude. In his eyes, it's only the truth.

Their order arrives.]

[curruid_coinchenn]

You're an asshole.

[ He says that to be rude as he picks up his cup. ]

I don't want to be part of your stories...Even though I have a feeling I already am, aren't I?