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■-■ <span class="mu-s">Erika</span>: <span class="mu-i">I’m here to negotiate.</span>
Looking up from her pointless latte, Hush shrugs at Erika.
◙ <span class="mu-s">Hush</span>: <span class="mu-i">What for? You two are pretty much dead now. I’ll use my magic and you’ll want to give me everything anyway.</span>
Faction Leader’s Hush peace magic is the same that the Priestesses employ- on a whole different magnitude. Instant, radial, at least five times stronger, and its area is wide enough to cover a block at the least. Without a shadow of a doubt, yet another true monster among Magical Girls, and that was a year ago. Erika didn’t come in blind; she opened her eyes too late.
■-■ <span class="mu-s">Erika</span>: <span class="mu-i">You don’t know what we can do.</span>
◙ <span class="mu-s">Hush</span>: <span class="mu-i">Erika Kruppman and Jimena Gimenez, one knows everything, and the other is made of gum. Besides you, Millie Parfait, Zentreya, and the caribou girl, unless there was a defector, nobody else from all of Buenos Aires, not just the capital, could have tracked us down.</span>
The Faction Leader even lets go of Jimena, who is abruptly brought to Erika’s level of despair.
◙ <span class="mu-s">Hush</span>: <span class="mu-i">Did you seriously think we’d make an enemy out of everyone without knowing exactly what they can do? Is that what's going on here? With how bullshit magical powers can get? And unpredictable? Just one girl left unchecked could have ruined everything for us.</span>
ᕙ <span class="mu-s">Jimena</span>: <span class="mu-i">Well, they did fuck you good with the Tower.</span>
◙ <span class="mu-s">Hush</span>: <span class="mu-i">Fair. Totally true, and it also proves my point. You’ll tell me all about it in a while. Your coffee is getting cold. Enjoy your drinks.</span>
Neither do. Hush scoffs loudly.
◙ <span class="mu-s">Hush</span>: <span class="mu-i">I want to drink mine, but I can’t, but you can drink yours, but you don’t want to. Nothing is ever fair.</span>
Hush rolls her eyes, as Jimena hardens her fist under the table. Yet the brunette’s fist feels feeble.
