Happy Life
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- Am I right to assume that there isn't a single participant in the Tournament from your Community, which you are so proud of, and in honor of your Evil Eye, which you are even prouder of. Are you sure you are proud of the right things? I would be offended in her place, - Chernika comments on what she sees. - Yesterday you assured me that you are ready to give your life for her, and today you... What are you doing? Lying on the couch?
- Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe, indeed, that is the nature of man - to deceive himself and others, to cheat, to break promises, to have no guidelines. Maybe we gather in groups to overcome certain difficulties in the moment, threatening the survival of our individual units, but we remain in a state of competition with each other, and therefore do not try to improve the situation.
If Chernika had information about the vile traitors Dorian and Moya-hata-sprave, she would definitely have added them to the warm-up mix. But since she didn't, she didn't.
- Sounds like a very low-quality deal, - she sighs, throwing her hands behind her head. - Become an Elf and forget about this as a bad dream. Unlike you, we honor our word, our pride, and everything else, - she sighs again. - And why am I even bothering with you? I should have sold you for organs a long time ago.
Ukon looks at the map.
- I see... we can't go north. What's left?
- ??? And?
- East and west. Hmm... - he tries to remember what the purple stripe in the game means, leading into the abyss, and another one leading from the neighboring cell to the gems.
- Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe, indeed, that is the nature of man - to deceive himself and others, to cheat, to break promises, to have no guidelines. Maybe we gather in groups to overcome certain difficulties in the moment, threatening the survival of our individual units, but we remain in a state of competition with each other, and therefore do not try to improve the situation.
If Chernika had information about the vile traitors Dorian and Moya-hata-sprave, she would definitely have added them to the warm-up mix. But since she didn't, she didn't.
- Sounds like a very low-quality deal, - she sighs, throwing her hands behind her head. - Become an Elf and forget about this as a bad dream. Unlike you, we honor our word, our pride, and everything else, - she sighs again. - And why am I even bothering with you? I should have sold you for organs a long time ago.
Ukon looks at the map.
- I see... we can't go north. What's left?
- ??? And?
- East and west. Hmm... - he tries to remember what the purple stripe in the game means, leading into the abyss, and another one leading from the neighboring cell to the gems.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
