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skull_bearer*outwhere outside Karthain*
Sabatha: Hello Locke.
Locke: Uh, didn't you run away?
Sabatha: Yes, a moment of panic, I'm sorry.
Locke: No, I-
Sabatha: Shut up. I didn't go for the reasons you think. It was the painting. When Patience showed it to me I-
Locke: I understand-
Sabatha: I said shut up. Locke, the woman, I... knew her.
Locke: What?!
Sabatha: I knew her Locke, as well as I know my own face... I just... I knew...
Locke: Oh... so... you too?
Sabatha: I suppose so. We should have guessed, shouldn't we? It was too much of a coincidence. Patience didn't know, she must have thought I ran because of you. Not because... I was the woman int eh picture.
Jean: Or, and I cannot believe I'm the one having to tell you this, because Patience wanted you to think that! Locke, you didn't recognise the man the picture, did you?
Locke: Um, no.
Jean: So the only one of you who had that reaction was the one who Patience knew the true name of. Funny that.
Locke: Uh, so, what now?
Sabatha: I don't know. I thought we could go together.
Locke: Reincarnated nercomancers stick together, eh?
Jean:Will you two shut up about that! Gods, you're both idiots.
Sabatha: I guess we'll never know the truth.
Jean: All I know is revenges are pretty piss-poor when they hinge on the victims giving a fuck. I suggest we go run twenty cons at once until you two shit heads are too busy to find your arseholes with both hands, let alone care what a twisted old bitch said to you.
Emberlain: *has no idea what's about to hit it*
Karthain: *explodes in a cloud of blood, fire and angry birds*
Falconer: WE ARE NOT AMUSED
Sabatha: Hello Locke.
Locke: Uh, didn't you run away?
Sabatha: Yes, a moment of panic, I'm sorry.
Locke: No, I-
Sabatha: Shut up. I didn't go for the reasons you think. It was the painting. When Patience showed it to me I-
Locke: I understand-
Sabatha: I said shut up. Locke, the woman, I... knew her.
Locke: What?!
Sabatha: I knew her Locke, as well as I know my own face... I just... I knew...
Locke: Oh... so... you too?
Sabatha: I suppose so. We should have guessed, shouldn't we? It was too much of a coincidence. Patience didn't know, she must have thought I ran because of you. Not because... I was the woman int eh picture.
Jean: Or, and I cannot believe I'm the one having to tell you this, because Patience wanted you to think that! Locke, you didn't recognise the man the picture, did you?
Locke: Um, no.
Jean: So the only one of you who had that reaction was the one who Patience knew the true name of. Funny that.
Locke: Uh, so, what now?
Sabatha: I don't know. I thought we could go together.
Locke: Reincarnated nercomancers stick together, eh?
Jean:Will you two shut up about that! Gods, you're both idiots.
Sabatha: I guess we'll never know the truth.
Jean: All I know is revenges are pretty piss-poor when they hinge on the victims giving a fuck. I suggest we go run twenty cons at once until you two shit heads are too busy to find your arseholes with both hands, let alone care what a twisted old bitch said to you.
Emberlain: *has no idea what's about to hit it*
Karthain: *explodes in a cloud of blood, fire and angry birds*
Falconer: WE ARE NOT AMUSED