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>Explain yourself
Why is this the sort of man who gets his own cloak, while you, ten times the heroine he could ever hope to be, are forced to adventure with a cold and unprotected backside? If you asked Henry, you're sure he'd say it's somehow meant to be— like, that maybe the ultimate destiny of the world rests on Wayne having a cloak and you having none. Which is of course bunkum, and utter slavering cultish nonsense. You <span class="mu-i">deserve</span> a cloak. Wayne has evinced zero signs of deserving a cloak. Therefore, if you knocked him out and stole the damn thing for yourself, you'd be changing the world for the better, practically. And isn't that the definition of heroism? Of goodness and justice?
...Um, which is not to say that you will knock out Wayne and steal his cloak. Despite its positive cosmic implications, you do have a bad feeling it'd be seen as "unjustified" or even "wrong," and you haven't done anything wrong in your life, except that one thing. Also, there's one of you and two of him and Felicia, which isn't to say you couldn't take them in a fight. Of course you could. It'd just be closer than you'd like, and you might get blood on your new clothes, and you wouldn't have enough money to purchase new ones, since Wayne wouldn't be paying you anymore. So a direct approach is right out. But if you explained exactly what you knew about the seal, and Wayne didn't listen to you, and swished right into the cultists, and got stabbed with multiple knives, and you came and got his cloak off his dead body... would that be a crime? All you would've done was tell the truth, as any pure-hearted young lady might do.
Well, most of the truth. The truth massaged a tiny bit, and enhanced with your own theories. Which isn't a crime either, and only serves to provide a narrative throughline, for ease of understanding. How thoughtful of you! How intelligent! You throw your shoulders back, to assume a stance of dominance, and begin. "Certainly I will explain. It's true, yes, that Earl and I ventured off on our lonesomes— but it was out of no conspiratorial purpose. Nay! As a matter of fact, I sought only to investigate the provenance of our so-called target, being as I am also a detective. Did you know that? Detective? I've solved at least one major..." Felicia and Wayne do not appear receptive. "Well, I am, on top of my other notable talents. But anyways. So I infiltrated downward, locating at <span class="mu-i">once</span> the seal, which I knew would be stored at the center of this sinister labyrinth, which are known to be built under ancient cities, by the cult of the Wyrm god... did you know that? Either of you?"
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