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[necrosavior]

Nom nom nom. I love plans with food.

100%. Best plan. Let the great aunts die. Finally.

[fogsong]

Honestly. Same.

Dark but I like it.

[necrosavior]

Best plans. Food plans. And sword plans.

Honestly, it's more incredible they're still alive. Somehow. They're aaaaaaancient.

[fogsong]

I mean, given your dad's age and all... What's ancient here?

[necrosavior]

He is special ancient. Magical ancient. The great aunts are just normal human ancient. Like a hundred. I swear.

[ It's probably not a hundred. Gideon doesn't care. She'll round up. ]

[fogsong]

Ah, okay. Normal ancient. Then you don't gotta worry, they're bound to kill over. Hell, one of them could've died during this very conversation.

[necrosavior]

Wouldn't that be a relief. It'd be so nice if any of them kicked the bucket while I was gone. Or Crux. Especially Crux. You have no idea how many times I've taken him down here in trials. Fucker won't go.

[fogsong]

He won't go until Thirteen thinks he no longer bothers you.

[necrosavior]

That's fucking shit. [ So. Never? ]

[fogsong]

And just like that you can see your future. Sorry.

[necrosavior]

[ Gideon leaves an audio file that is a scream of frustration. You're welcome, Sharon. ]