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{Today, our mysterious Frenchman has arrived holding a glass of wine, but otherwise looks as cold and detached as usual. But for the psychics/empaths out there, he's very deeply troubled underneath that cold surface. When he speaks, it's to no one in particular--he's just sad about his bro. Quietly.}
How curious loyalty is, that it sends so many fine men to their graves, but such men are rarely remembered for their loyalty. If your loyalty lies to someone corrupt, your death shall be corrupted as well, for no one cares of loyalty then. The world of the future may be one that needs no swords, but I hope that it will not be one that needs no loyalty.
Also how pitiable it is that the one-armed knight could not come to this place. Perhaps his arm could have been saved and Brother Whitehead not had to have died.
{He takes a sip of his wine}
Ah, well. Such is the price of each of our respective loyalties.
How curious loyalty is, that it sends so many fine men to their graves, but such men are rarely remembered for their loyalty. If your loyalty lies to someone corrupt, your death shall be corrupted as well, for no one cares of loyalty then. The world of the future may be one that needs no swords, but I hope that it will not be one that needs no loyalty.
Also how pitiable it is that the one-armed knight could not come to this place. Perhaps his arm could have been saved and Brother Whitehead not had to have died.
{He takes a sip of his wine}
Ah, well. Such is the price of each of our respective loyalties.