[Laughter right now is wholly inappropriate--but Van's words wrench a muffled laugh from Myr anyway.]
To fight fuckin' Corypheus. A, and to dress up pretty for the shems in Hightown like they'll even notice--and argue over who's given up more for mages and whether rifters deserve anything out of us and--
[Miracle of miracles he catches his mouth before it can run away with him entirely, preventing the whole black litany of complaints he's been swallowing back from spilling out all at once.] --and make things better. For all of us.
[We don't have to be at odds anymore.
That sounds nice.
That sounds so nice, and precisely what he needs, but--] Don't know.
Won't be as fun that way. 'Sides, iron sharpens iron, Van.
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To fight fuckin' Corypheus. A, and to dress up pretty for the shems in Hightown like they'll even notice--and argue over who's given up more for mages and whether rifters deserve anything out of us and--
[Miracle of miracles he catches his mouth before it can run away with him entirely, preventing the whole black litany of complaints he's been swallowing back from spilling out all at once.] --and make things better. For all of us.
[We don't have to be at odds anymore.
That sounds nice.
That sounds so nice, and precisely what he needs, but--] Don't know.
Won't be as fun that way. 'Sides, iron sharpens iron, Van.
I missed you.