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ㅤ‘ I am not certain if anyone else of our battalion has made it here, so I will take it upon myself to be your guard in the time being. ’
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ㅤㅤ⌜ Such a look had never been present so clearly ; surges of charge bring the tips of his claws to twitch. To see the head of their command torn down, shaken up, / defeated / — not even speak of Zero had disrupted him this bad.
ㅤㅤAnd why Master X of all Reploids? ⌟
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ㅤ‘ That's NOT true! ’
ㅤㅤ⌜ The words barrel out without him giving it a second chance of thought. Taken aback by his own words, but, it doesn't stop him from speaking again, ⌟
ㅤ‘ Forgive me for speaking out of line, Master Harpuia. I just cannot believe it to be true. ’
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ㅤㅤ⌜ clutching a feather toy in his jaws. Huffing and puffing. ⌟
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ㅤㅤMaster X?
ㅤㅤ⌜ Frozen suddenly. Stood upright and at attention, although no sign of whom he assumed was the tyrant was present. Just . . . this X. Uncertain, however, if it was a hologram, or a true Cyber Elf. ⌟
ㅤㅤ Certainly not, Sir.
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ㅤㅤ⌜ It wouldn't go unnoticed by the sharp eyes of Panter ; and it shook a worry in his core.
ㅤㅤIt takes a moment for it to all settle. To ponder and let his boss sway, bowing his head to the harpy, ⌟
ㅤ‘ Then . . . very well. I will hold your words to my final breath, Master Harpuia. ’
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ㅤ‘ You'd want me to keep this from Master X? ’
ㅤㅤ⌜ A mumble to himself, torn. Between his loyalty to Neo Arcadia itself and swearing to Harpuia, there was a rift wedged, and it was beginning to form faster than he anticipated.
ㅤㅤThe fear spoken was present in his eyes. ⌟
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ㅤㅤ⌜ Mismatched - shape fangs bare into a mild snarl, shaking his head. ⌟
ㅤ‘ Gwwrrhh — This doesn't sound / right, / Sir. A small dispute should not result in hindering you! It's dishonorable.
ㅤㅤIs your arm intact elsewhere? I will retrieve it if necessary. ’
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