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Having already forgotten your friend’s arguments, you take a few ‘<span class="mu-i">hmm</span>’-filled moments before rendering your judgment. Making your way over to Vivaldi and, by extension, Teevor, you give the latter a good, long stare before giving your order:
Vivaldi, put this moron down!
The skeletal mage drops to the floor with confusion plastered all over his hooded face–luckily you had a lot of practice recognizing hooded expressions from Eddie, Tucker, and Kiki!
“But….” he stammers as Vivaldi and the others watch silently, “... but I tried to <span class="mu-i">kill</span> you… I <span class="mu-i">STILL</span> want to kill you!”
Hey, you shrug, if you wasted everyone who wanted you dead, you wouldn’t have any friends left! Am I right?!
“Ha ha, yea…” Art laughs as Sybil nods sheepishly, Talbot awkwardly scratches his head, and Lil’ Stanley shrugs with a crooked grin on her face!
“You’re…” The mage mutters as he shakes his head in disbelief, “You’re mad. You <span class="mu-i">must</span> be.”
Mad like a <span class="mu-i">FOX</span>, you giggle! Now get the heck up already–he’s coming with you and he’s gonna be <span class="mu-i">helpful</span>, damn it!
Still processing your decision, your ex-prisoner keeps his glowing eyes on you as he wordlessly staggers to his feet. Groovy, you chirp, that settles that, then!
“So all that remains is…” Art begins before turning to face the two golems. Yea, you nod somberly, it’s time.
Taking a steadying breath, you order them both to stand in front of you. They comply, of course. Ernesto… Vivaldi, you begin, unsure of how to address what might be the last time you see the two, you’re uh… give yourselves a few pats on the back. You’ve earned ‘em.
Exchanging blank glances, the sentries wordlessly begin patting themselves on their backs. Good, you nod, that’ll do. As the two stare at you awaiting their next orders, you can’t help but freeze up a little bit–in a way they remind you of Talbot… ya’ know, <span class="mu-i">before</span> he could talk and be sweaty.
“A moment, Stan!” Sybil interrupts before trotting over to the two golems. Staring them both in their blank eyes, The Goth gives them both reassuring pats on their arms. “Thank you,” she whispers, “for what you’re about to do.”
“Yea…” Art nods, “Thanks, guys.”
“You did damn good!” Talbot grins, giving them both a thumbs up!
“Yes, well done doing what you’re <span class="mu-i">made</span> to do.” Teevor spits, skillfully ruining the moment for <span class="mu-i">EVERY</span>one! “May we proceed?”
In a minute, dick! Staring up at the golem’s eyes with renewed confidence, you smile at them both before pointing them down the corridor. Their mission, you explain, is to open that door, shut it behind them, and kick some demon ass! Ya’ got that?
Ernesto and Vivaldi give you a long, hard stare as if to say: “Yes, you sexy minx, you. We’ll miss you, but we’ll give ‘em hell. Also, we love you.”
“Yep, that’s <span class="mu-i">gotta</span> be it…” Art groans.
>CONTD.
