truth_is_cold

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[There is apparently one section on the fifth floor that's full of royally pissed off people. This lovely little announcement starts out with the sound of a hand slamming a communicator several times because the thing just isn't turning on fast enough, or working to his liking.]

Anyone up for a game of chess or Pai Sho or... practically anything? I have a ridiculous amount of games.

I'll need about twenty minutes to clean my room. [Because he has been breaking things left and right.]

I think I'll be leaving soon. At least for a little while. [Possibly for good. He's not sure yet. He's thinking that might be the case.] I need someone to be responsible for Ben for me, but I need to see my daughter. "Blame" whoever you like, I can't be of any use right now.

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[Dylan stands again and follows Gaheris' gaze. He doesn't have the whole story, but he has enough to understand why Gaheris is so enraged. Not just murder of a friend, although that's bad enough. Murder, and betrayal of trust between intimates, and a violation of everything Nietzscheans hold most dear.

He claps his hand on Gaheris' shoulder.]

I get it. Go. Go enjoy your family and enjoy having what he's never going to have because he threw it all away. That's a pretty good revenge and one that won't get you into trouble.

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