Pestilentem PC: Childermass + Blade

[justscribing]

Take the fucking leg you miserable English man.

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[atouts]

[ Wow, Alhaitham, [redacted]? Really? Hmmm. ]

Yes... We will see what happens, won't we?

[ Until then, who's to say what will happen? Who will survive? Will they win, lose, will all their worlds be ravaged by the illness regardless? Will they even get a chance to argue over whether he should or should not return to England? He'll give his head a tired shake and eye Alhaitham. ]

Try not to look too smug, young man. It will give you wrinkles. [ And heaven forbid Alhaitham lose his good looks. No one would put up with the ego otherwise. ] You can fetch me from this place when it is ready to test. I do not plan on being much of anywhere else.