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“Sigmund? You mean the guy who backstabbed Mama Bodil? That asshole?” You don’t remember this guy fondly! He was awful all the way through, and kinda edgy and unhinged. “He wanted to kill us all, besides, we didn’t do anything to him! Last time I saw him, security took him away.”
“You say nothing knowing that Bodil antagonized the entire mafia for your and that other girl’s skin. It was a death warrant.” Dossenius won’t fight but he’ll argue back.
“You want to talk about death warrants? Well, you probably didn’t know about it, I’m not under Mama Bodil and I continued with my life like normal thanks to someone having to block the memories of all of us from a certain day, that — if I recall correctly — included your brother, Mama Bodil, a few of her men, and some random people.” Technically, his brother could’ve been taken outside and out of the range, but you mentally digress. “Because if said someone didn’t do it, we all would’ve died thanks to the repulsive alien-looking guy who didn’t want anyone to remember him. So said someone protected us from him, until recently I was able to remember by pure chance when I met them.” You don’t want to undermine Philonune’s work on recovering your memories, but you gotta show him off at his coolest, and that’s when you’re battling!
“A bigger threat put you in that spot? Hard to believe.” Lady Steen finds this prospect as fascinating as it is terrifying.
“My brother never lost his memories, they haunted him until the very end. But there’s more to this story, that I have to admit.” Dossenius lets you know. “My friend knows the type of man you are, and he has little good to say about you.”
“Gotta address that, I don’t know who Unno Ning is — maybe I would if I had a photo or something — And about the cult of Chernobog, it’s no more since a while ago. Its leader is in this place to give you an idea of how dead it is.” You point out.
“A little humble, aren’t you?” Lady Steen smiles. She knows what you did to the cult.
“Big shame… We had a true vision for the future.” Hubbard laments.
“Are you going to explain this?” Dossenius doesn’t sound as rightfully indignant as before.
“I’m just using him to help me out here. Not really fond of what he says.” You shrug.
“We’re not above such tactics either.” Lady Steen points out to the exhausted business partner she’s carrying around.
“Doesn’t matter. The cult being gone is a relief.” Dossenius believes if he could kick your ass, your mouth’d be shut.
“Finally — as I’m in a hurry — I’m taking this painting to try to find a way to liberate her. She’s related to one of my friends, and I want to see them happily reunited!” You get candid.
