"I swear to go...No wait...I can hear his wings still. I can probably follow him if I run quick enough. But then Sis will take me for a stalker...dammit! That bastard played a Xanatos Gambit on me!"
"Ah, here we go." Knife says, producing a bottle of neon liquid from within his jacket and poaring himself and Salt a glass. "Andergri Berry Juice, packs a mean punch and, if you feel a tingly sensation, that's just the electric shock setting in."
"And of course. I think I'll go write an award-winning novel of something. Make something of my time. Get my mind off of how fucking far I have fallen."
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