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TR: <0> 0h, j0y 0f j0ys. <0>
TR: <0> N0t 0nly must I put up wIth these rIdIcul0us wIngs 0r thIs travesty 0f spaceflIght, but I am hallucInatIng, as well. <0>
TR: <0> Hell0, female human. <0>
FD: Hello Neruul
TR: <0> I am certaIn that y0u are n0t real, but I have lIttle better t0 d0 than ackn0wledge y0u. <0>
FD: Fancy seeing you here in your wings of fakeness
FD: Yea.
TR: <0> ...Y0u ackn0wledge that y0u are n0t real? <0>
FD: No, I.. nevermind
FD: Just happy to see you reach God-tier for the first time.
TR: <0> There are m0re? I h0pe n0t. <0>
TR: <0> DyIng 0nce was unpleasant, If satIsfyIng at the tIme. <0>
FD: No, just, it's a big moment for everyone.
TR: <0> 0h. I see. <0>
FD: -She nods her head- Mhm
TR: <0> Then 0thers mIght achIeve thIs... supp0sed 'upgrade'? <0>
FD: Yes.
TR: <0> As useful as that s0unds, the deaths 0f 0thers are 0ften c0unterpr0ductIve, n0? <0>
FD: Hm
FD: Yea, they can be.
TR: <0> ...I am begInnIng t0 hate thIs game. <0>
TR: <0> S0. What can I d0 f0r y0u? <0>
FD: Well.. I have a favor to ask you....
TR: <0> Ask away. <0>
FD: I will seem heartless for asking this, but it must happen, as it was foretold in the book I past along to him.
FD: Which this request is to kill him when he reaches to his Quest Bed
TR: <0> Wh0 am I beIng asked t0 kIll? <0>
FD: My little, beloved brother, John Wholock
TR: <0> ...It d0es n0t seem heartless. A trIfle Insane, 0n the 0ther hand... <0>
FD: On the other hand...?
TR: <0> It was a euphemIsm. Ap0l0gIes. <0>
FD: It's fine.
FD: Anyways, would be able to do it.
TR: <0> Any0ne c0ncIevably c0uld fulfIll thIs request. <0>
TR: <0> Why c0me t0 me, assumIng that y0u are n0t, In fact, a hallucInatI0n. <0>
FD: John trusts you a lot, enough to be forgiving.
FD: Even when it comes to death.
TR: <0> 0dd. We have barely sp0ken. <0>
TR: <0> He may wIsh t0 temper such blInd trust In the future. <0>
FD: Just trust me with this, okay.
TR: <0> ...I d0 n0t have much t0 say t0 that. <0>
FD: Well then....
TR: <0> Ah, well. My 0rderly, l0gIcal w0rld Is In the pr0cess 0f vanIshIng. <0>
TR: <0> I supp0se that takIng the w0rd 0f a human apparItI0n Is n0t the strangest thIng that I can d0 t0-day. <0>
FD: Mhm. It very much is.
TR: <0> S0. Y0u wIsh me t0 kIll hIm 0n a certaIn sp0t. What wIll happen then? <0>
FD: Soon.
TR: <0> "S00n" as In y0u wIll tell me s00n, 0r It must happen s00n? <0>
FD: It WILL happen soon
FD: I'll tell you when he's heading on over to his bed.
TR: <0> May I ask why y0u wIsh hIm dead? <0>
TR: <0> 0r t0 what purp0se? <0>
FD: The Purpose is for him to Arise
FD: To Arise God-tier, just like you
TR: <0> Ah. FInally, s0methIng resemblIng a reas0n t0 agree t0 thIs. <0>
TR: <0> Very well. FIrst, h0wever, I thInk that I must d0 away wIth Marcus. <0>
FD: Okay, I will be gone as well.
FD: Farewell, we shall meet again soon.
TR: <0> As y0u wIll. Are they near t0 each 0ther? <0>
FD: Who?
TR: <0> Marcus and J0hnathan. <0>
FD: No.
TR: <0> PIty. I c0uld have set thIngs up m0re sm00thly that way. <0>
FD: Well, bye.