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R43 - We were born to break the doors down

I have plenty to hide, most of you know that. I hide it in plain sight, some of you know that.

You can ask whatever; I'm game.

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Know any other languages?

Nope. Just Galactic Trade Standard. That's it.

You?

Common. Orcish. Eredar. Vrykul. I can understand Nerubian and write it, but not speak it. Some Dwarven. A little Thalassian and High Common.

If someone asks you something you don't like, you can answer in a language they don't know. Or... you can't.

It's all right. My strategy's more no shame and full disclosure-- truth as a weapon.

Anyone bothering you?

Sylvanas.

I... need to help her. I have to do whatever it takes.

If I gave you my soul, would you take care of it? Keep it safe until I can put it back, I mean?

[......]

Yeah. I'd protect it with my life. I'd be real fucking concerned why you needed me to, though.

What are you going to do.

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She has to kill him. The version of myself I was before. It's the only thing that could possibly give her closure.

[He has no idea if this is the case or not but he wants badly enough for there to be a solution that it seems completely true.]

It ain't closure if people come back.

Are you sure this isn't gonna push her deeper into her cycle of fucked up?

No. Not at all.

...I have do to something!

I'm afraid you're gonna fall down the pit you started in again and I won't be able to get you back.

But I'll take care of your soul.

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If I do. If I do and it helps her, and if it was just me - I would consider that worth it. But you don't deserve that. I don't even own all of what I'd be trading away.

You're fucking right you don't.

I don't actually know what I'll do if I lose you for good. At least Anya could come back.

[Arthas laughs, unhappily.]

Who the hell let me run my own life?

I don't know what to do. Where are you?

First floor common room but if this is gonna turn into us talking about our feelings we should take it someplace private. Or if you're going to pop your soul on the spot.

Feelings.

[He says this like some people say "slime mold."]

I'm not going to take it out.

When are you planning on-?

I'll make coffee in my room. That instant stuff you like, that can clean tarnish off metal.

Never. I won't be able to control what happens afterwards. I'll figure something else out. I still want coffee.

I will support you in the stupid shit you do. Sometimes 'support' means 'killing you and stuffing your soul back in by force.'

It'll be on when you get here.

[He's already on his way.]

[Knock knock.]

Do you still feel like you and me need to be rivals?

I'm your favorite kid, right?

[She says it lightly. She's sure. She's pretty sure. But there's a little bit of vulnerability, and that's real. He doesn't have the power to choose to spare her now, if she's wrong. But she needs to hear it today, and she's pretty sure, so she puts her heart right on the line. When Anya gambles, she goes all out on stakes.]

Why did you trust me? With lunch, I mean.

[That's his cut-throat balls on the line baby girl.]

You're my favorite.

You have to take care of Ben, though. He's my second favorite.

The kitchen's good for violent assholes. Long history of it helping people who'd rather be fighting-- even before they put me on shift. It was the best way I knew to help you, giving you some control over something as important as food.

I think probably I was hungry as a child. At least sometimes.

[Since she knows she was alone. But she doesn't remember it. She remembers champagne and wretched excess and spicing hot pie. She remembers being sick at the extravangance, craving bread and water.

She always though her disdain came from jadedness, from over-pampered ennui. Maybe not.]

But it's all guesswork. I don't know if that...counts.

[She doesn't know if anything about that girl counts. That girl died.]

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