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"Oh, there you are! Where's Vetal- oh, she's here, too! Good. Sorry to interrupt; what were you guys talking about?"
"Oh, uh. UH. We were talking about uh... there's this criminal named The Salamander that we wanted to look into. Hornbreaker told us the clerk might know something about it."
"...is that all?"
"Well, I mean. Arvie was also talking about how cool it would be to like... do things on a boat."
"Like... sailing?"
"I mean, sure! Sailing, eating, ceremonies, rituals..."
"A wedding!"
"...god damn it."
"A wedding? Oh my god, congratulations!
"What? N-"
We have to start planning immediately."
"Wait, wait, we're not like... I mean, not yet. We were just ta-"
"Nonsense. These things take time. The sooner we start planning, the better."
"So you're okay with it?"
"Of course I am! Come on, let's start picking colors."
"Oh god."
"That sounds great! What was your wedding like, Mrs. Talot?"
"Mrs. Talot? Nonsense! Call me mom."
((Arvie just starts like... fucking beaming. He reaches into his sack and pulls out this giant, over-stuffed scrapbook, and sits down with Cissa and starts talking a million miles an hour about colors and flowers and music and-))
"Fuuuuuuuuck."
"Mom, you... you know I have to go back to Blacksand, right?"
"I know that I can't stop you. But I love you, and before you go, I want you to make sure you know why you're going."
"Why? Because I..."
"I don't sleep, mom."
"You said love works different for everyone. Well what if hate does, too?"
"What if this fixes it? What if this is what fixes me?"
"Violence begets violence, Boiga."
"These people are begetting plenty of violence on their own, mom. Do you not still hear it? Doesn't it keep you up, too?"
"I just..."
"You told me, once, that an ounce of prevention is better than a cure."
"I've tried so hard to cure. I've got names. Ian, Finn, Lana, Khu, Imdark, Brentrin."
"Rikken, mom. Locket. You."
"I've got almost sixty names, now. And it just..."
"I just can't help but think that maybe it would feel really fucking good to be an ounce of prevention, for once."
"And I don't know. Maybe it's a sin."
"And if it is, I'm sorry."
"And I know it's not just the North Wind. Even if I take the whole thing down, I know it's just a matter of time before some other company pops up."
"But it doesn't matter. I have to do this. I have to try to make this right. I can't just sit back while this is still happening."
"Someone has to do this, and I think I'd really like to be that someone."
((She steps forward, and presses her thumbs against the crooks of your mouth, and slowly pushes them up into your cheeks.))
"I'd like to see more of this."
((In the background, you hear Arvie crash loudly into something, playing with Jau's kids.))
"Raaaah, kill them all!"
"I know."
"He helps with that, you know."
"I know."
"Oh, there you are! Where's Vetal- oh, she's here, too! Good. Sorry to interrupt; what were you guys talking about?"
"Oh, uh. UH. We were talking about uh... there's this criminal named The Salamander that we wanted to look into. Hornbreaker told us the clerk might know something about it."
"...is that all?"
"Well, I mean. Arvie was also talking about how cool it would be to like... do things on a boat."
"Like... sailing?"
"I mean, sure! Sailing, eating, ceremonies, rituals..."
"A wedding!"
"...god damn it."
"A wedding? Oh my god, congratulations!
"What? N-"
We have to start planning immediately."
"Wait, wait, we're not like... I mean, not yet. We were just ta-"
"Nonsense. These things take time. The sooner we start planning, the better."
"So you're okay with it?"
"Of course I am! Come on, let's start picking colors."
"Oh god."
"That sounds great! What was your wedding like, Mrs. Talot?"
"Mrs. Talot? Nonsense! Call me mom."
((Arvie just starts like... fucking beaming. He reaches into his sack and pulls out this giant, over-stuffed scrapbook, and sits down with Cissa and starts talking a million miles an hour about colors and flowers and music and-))
"Fuuuuuuuuck."
"Mom, you... you know I have to go back to Blacksand, right?"
"I know that I can't stop you. But I love you, and before you go, I want you to make sure you know why you're going."
"Why? Because I..."
"I don't sleep, mom."
"You said love works different for everyone. Well what if hate does, too?"
"What if this fixes it? What if this is what fixes me?"
"Violence begets violence, Boiga."
"These people are begetting plenty of violence on their own, mom. Do you not still hear it? Doesn't it keep you up, too?"
"I just..."
"You told me, once, that an ounce of prevention is better than a cure."
"I've tried so hard to cure. I've got names. Ian, Finn, Lana, Khu, Imdark, Brentrin."
"Rikken, mom. Locket. You."
"I've got almost sixty names, now. And it just..."
"I just can't help but think that maybe it would feel really fucking good to be an ounce of prevention, for once."
"And I don't know. Maybe it's a sin."
"And if it is, I'm sorry."
"And I know it's not just the North Wind. Even if I take the whole thing down, I know it's just a matter of time before some other company pops up."
"But it doesn't matter. I have to do this. I have to try to make this right. I can't just sit back while this is still happening."
"Someone has to do this, and I think I'd really like to be that someone."
((She steps forward, and presses her thumbs against the crooks of your mouth, and slowly pushes them up into your cheeks.))
"I'd like to see more of this."
((In the background, you hear Arvie crash loudly into something, playing with Jau's kids.))
"Raaaah, kill them all!"
"I know."
"He helps with that, you know."
"I know."
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