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[lunadickery]

[What a fine evening this is to be spending outdoors! Scenic piles of snow gracing the midwestern farmscape, countless stars twinkling in the clear winter sky, a red moon hanging low on the horizon, flaming mistletoe, a masked and costumed man with a crossbow standing on a roof

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[copyrightabuser]

Y-You!?

[lunadickery]

I will deliver to sinners the punishment of justice. That will not change, no matter where I am.

[copyrightabuser]

That goes for me, too. And that's why I'll stop you!

[lunadickery]

Stop me? How foolish. Your false justice cannot hope to stop anything.

[copyrightabuser]

We'll see about that!

[lunadickery]

What a bold claim. What will you do to stop me, Hero?

[copyrightabuser]

[... it sucks when that question gets asked, and especially here]

...

[lunadickery]

[Too bad Rock Bison isn't here, huh?]

Nothing to say because there is nothing you can do. At least you're wise enough to see that much.

[copyrightabuser]

[IT IS, INDEED, TOO BAD]

... It won't go as you want it to.

[lunadickery]

Then how will it go? Will your false justice have any effect on this camp?

[copyrightabuser]

[OW MY ISSUES. At least we're kind of in the same boat for that now huh]

...

[lunadickery]

Just as I thought. The justice of Heroes cannot accomplish anything.

[copyrightabuser]

That's not true!

[lunadickery]

Oh? Do you have any proof?

[copyrightabuser]

[STOP THAT]

... not yet.

[lunadickery]

[HE'S HAD A BAD COUPLE OF WEEKS AND THIS IS THERAPEUTIC.]

The sooner you admit how frail and useless your justice is, the better. So long as you cling to this false justice, you will never be able to save anyone.