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[weaseled]

What's my excuse? A hard life? I'm just beyond help, but I'm not looking for it either.

You want to change and get better, so you will. That's the difference between us.

[tablescraps]

You'll be angry with me for giving up, but not yourself?

[weaseled]

Right. I'm what you might call a hypocrite. That doesn't mean my advice is useless to you.

[tablescraps]

It's not. But I'm going to hit you next time we meet.

[weaseled]

Yeah? I'd like to see you try.

That must mean you haven't forgotten what I taught you.

[tablescraps]

It's been useful. Since you don't take your own advice anyway, you should forget the self-defense and stand still for me.

[weaseled]

Who knows? Maybe I'll do that.

It's been a while since anyone tried knocking sense into me. You've got as good a chance as anyone.

[tablescraps]

I probably won't do a very good job of it. But I guess I have to try, right?

[weaseled]

That's fine. As long as you're making the effort, that's all I care about.

[tablescraps]

( u.................... )

How many years do you have left to live?

[weaseled]

Am I supposed to know the answer to that? What's wrong with you?

[Don't tell him you know how long you have left to live, Mithrun...]

[tablescraps]

( tehe )

A normal amount of years, then.

Don't give up so soon.

[weaseled]

You can't just say something like that, dumbass. What are you getting at?

[He worries about Mithrun enough. Does he need yet one more reason to concern himself with this grown ass adult kid?]

[tablescraps]

Just that a lot can change in a few years.

[weaseled]

Are you speaking from experience?

[tablescraps]

In a few different ways.

( So, yes. )

[weaseled]

You're such a pain in the ass.

[Translation: I worry a lot about you.]

Don't tell me you've got cancer and making it into this beta was your make-a-wish.

[tablescraps]

( player gripping yael from behind the fourth wall )

We're talking about you right now.

( Considering Mithrun's normally pretty forthcoming, the cageiness is certainly intentional. )

[weaseled]

Oh? So we're playing games now?

Answer my question and I'll answer yours... if I feel like it.

[please, he needs to KNOW,]

[tablescraps]

Have you hit level cap yet?

Fight me in an arena. Loser answers.

[weaseled]

Didn't I tell you to leave me alone?

[He did, but that hasn't stopped him from engaging Mithrun anyway. That wasn't a no, either, but the only question now is if a bit of pushback is enough to get Mithrun to back down.]

[tablescraps]

All right. If you're fine with not knowing.

[weaseled]

[Yael's answer practically flies from his fingertips: You know I'm not. Just as quickly, his fingers erase the message.]

Fine. Someone needs to put you in your place, right?

Name a time. I'll be there.

[tablescraps]

Sure, if you can.

The day of the next event, when it goes live. I'll wait at [PvP arena in Lumina Cloth] for you.

I won't die before then, so don't get too impatient. See you.

[weaseled]

If you break your word, I'll kill you myself.

[people die if they are killed, etc]

See you.