... There was a point where I marveled at both, I wondered how I could have not seen their actions coming when I knew them so well. I wondered if I truly knew them at all.
[I guess there's no escaping this. But where to start...]
There is a man I once knew by the name of Alexander of Brennenburg. He was a baron living in Altstadt. For my time he possessed an astounding level of skill and knowledge; a true Renaissance man, as I once put it. [At the memory, smiles wryly at his own words. For a second.]
...But something went wrong. My former self has instructed me to kill him.
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Your brother...What is his name?
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I'm surprised you can keep a sense of humor about this.
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A friend I once knew made me feel that way.
[A-apprehensive. Oh nooo.]
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[hedging, hedging...]
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There is a man I once knew by the name of Alexander of Brennenburg. He was a baron living in Altstadt. For my time he possessed an astounding level of skill and knowledge; a true Renaissance man, as I once put it. [At the memory, smiles wryly at his own words. For a second.]
...But something went wrong. My former self has instructed me to kill him.
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