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Well, we didn't know the script was unchangeable. But yes, if it were a script, I would definitely regret staying.
Beata disapprovingly shifts her gaze from Merel to Garret and back.
“Well, guys, you really messed up…”
But it was already too late to do anything. You can scold yourself as much as you want for not being quick enough and not stopping the massacre, but… it would have been better if they had gotten rid of Mellen. Who is she anyway? And if they shoved Merel’s stupid stick right up her ass, Zorica could have taken the vacant spot. And Aiko. Brave, noble people who sacrifice themselves for others... unlike some, who are capable of throwing an innocent girl overboard!
Okay, we can dwell on this later. Judging by Gion’s face, he was thinking about even darker things. He probably regretted listening to her and not staying with Aiko. What a lousy altruist.
“I heard you’re the boss now?” she nudged him in the side with her elbow.
“Yes…” Gion sighed. “Don’t worry, I won’t get a big head and I will take your opinion into account… my lady,” he whispered the last word in her ear and gave her a playful smile.
Who is he kidding? He’s barely holding himself back. He just knows that she feels better when he smiles and flirts.
“Everything will be alright,” Beata nodded. “The boss said she has some kind of tactic, and she will stick to it. I hope they make it. I will pray to Mother Anuzish for her, for Zorica, and for all of us.”
“I hope so too,” Gion nodded.
Beata sat for a while, thoughtfully scratching Mysterius behind the ear. Aiko had given him to her with the instruction to love and care for him. The last memory of a loyal and noble friend... For her sake, she will feed the cat the best meat in all of Margel.
Then she glanced at the queen. Her Majesty looked a little scared, and understandably so - Karneol didn’t show himself in the best light when this stupid little squabble started, and she didn’t speak the language and didn’t understand what was going on. Well... Beata is certainly not the diplomat of the year, but there was no one better to handle this.
“Khorosho!” she said enthusiastically to the queen, pointing somewhere on the horizon, where, in her opinion, was their destination. “Khorosho!” she added, pointing to herself, Gion, Kilika, and Kalina. She didn’t know Mellen, and she didn’t want to say that Merel and Garret were good – after what they did.
Beata disapprovingly shifts her gaze from Merel to Garret and back.
“Well, guys, you really messed up…”
But it was already too late to do anything. You can scold yourself as much as you want for not being quick enough and not stopping the massacre, but… it would have been better if they had gotten rid of Mellen. Who is she anyway? And if they shoved Merel’s stupid stick right up her ass, Zorica could have taken the vacant spot. And Aiko. Brave, noble people who sacrifice themselves for others... unlike some, who are capable of throwing an innocent girl overboard!
Okay, we can dwell on this later. Judging by Gion’s face, he was thinking about even darker things. He probably regretted listening to her and not staying with Aiko. What a lousy altruist.
“I heard you’re the boss now?” she nudged him in the side with her elbow.
“Yes…” Gion sighed. “Don’t worry, I won’t get a big head and I will take your opinion into account… my lady,” he whispered the last word in her ear and gave her a playful smile.
Who is he kidding? He’s barely holding himself back. He just knows that she feels better when he smiles and flirts.
“Everything will be alright,” Beata nodded. “The boss said she has some kind of tactic, and she will stick to it. I hope they make it. I will pray to Mother Anuzish for her, for Zorica, and for all of us.”
“I hope so too,” Gion nodded.
Beata sat for a while, thoughtfully scratching Mysterius behind the ear. Aiko had given him to her with the instruction to love and care for him. The last memory of a loyal and noble friend... For her sake, she will feed the cat the best meat in all of Margel.
Then she glanced at the queen. Her Majesty looked a little scared, and understandably so - Karneol didn’t show himself in the best light when this stupid little squabble started, and she didn’t speak the language and didn’t understand what was going on. Well... Beata is certainly not the diplomat of the year, but there was no one better to handle this.
“Khorosho!” she said enthusiastically to the queen, pointing somewhere on the horizon, where, in her opinion, was their destination. “Khorosho!” she added, pointing to herself, Gion, Kilika, and Kalina. She didn’t know Mellen, and she didn’t want to say that Merel and Garret were good – after what they did.
А, вот почему.
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