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[ Will hasn't really been around much at all. Finding small comfort in escapism. Fishing was too obvious a choice as was the spot down by the river he'd made for his Fenic fox and Nugs. No, Will had been living low, hiding out in various God's temples and small nooks and crannies not so deep inside the tunnels, practicing how to most efficiently take out some of the monsters with or without a weapon.

His voice is raspy like he hasn't spoken a word in weeks... which is partly true. ]

My mind has been a busy mess of blur and motion. Thoughts buzzing past like worker bees, endlessly in their endeavor... Nauseating- I er, I know a lot of turbulent occurrences have swooped down and splattered, most ungracefully so, all over this shithole of a cavern we have no choice but to call home. It's been testing, to say the least...

[ A moment of silence as Will recalled the fires, the mirrors and so on. That wasn't what he wanted to be focusing on right now. A heavy sigh before he continues. ]

... Such has been out of our control, true, but what about the things that aren't? There's no death here, no justice either, no real justice. Sure, we have the illusion our City Guard like to cast over us, that we're safe and looked after. Frankly, since Jill vanished I can't for certain say I'd trust any of them with my life- Ah, but what does life matter here, huh? No death, no crime. Murderers and monsters are our neighbors. Friendly Mr. Rodgers in his bloodstained sweater...

[ He's rambling, emotional and tired. ]

We need justice. We're ruled by our emotions, literally! God's? What God's?' He reveals the deep things of darkness and brings utter darkness into the light.' Isn't that what a God does? No, all this death, killing, darkness has to stop. We need a system of order, a place to hold the dangerous, a means of judging and sentencing them... How many times can we be revived before it's too late?

... Well, I'm gonna be trying to do something about it, even if I have to do it alone.

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[Maketh just sighs.]

Better than nothing, I suppose. And there are worse threats to contend with than anything you might come up with. Which is not a slight on your capabilities to vex me, rest assured. But you have nothing on the gods, or the Null.

[Therefore it's better to ally with him then face yet another enemy.]

[ Will shall forever be proud of his ability to get under Maketh's skin. Just a shame she has the same effect on him too. ]

Agreed. We're better off sticking our heads together over something like this than ripping each others throats out...There will be plenty more opportunities for that, I'm sure.

[ Maketh seeing Will as an ally instead of an enemy could possibly be her undoing. Not that Will would ever tell her that of course. ]

Of course. There's always later.

[When he's no longer useful.]

Try not to die again, Will Graham. You've become momentarily interesting. I'd hate to waste the opportunity.

[ Will shivered, a mock gesture towards her words. ]

Ooh, so cold of you.

[ No, it was true. At the end of the day, Maketh would only use Will for as long as she needed. After that, he was certain she'd be keeping an eye on him, waiting for him to mess up or become the threat she suspects he is. ]

It's not like I had a choice...

[ Bitter much? ]

We all have choices. It is not required that we enjoy them.

[It's said with a certain forcefulness. Maketh might not like the choices she's been given in life, but they were hers, in the end. That means something to her.]

[ You're getting a sarcastic salute for that one, Maketh. ]

Yes, Ma'am. Oh and, do you know if Jill submitted anything after my death? Evidence or anything?

[ He's not dropping his search for justice just yet. ]

She made several reports. They were detailed.

[Maketh narrows her eyes. This sort of investigation is not her strong suit and they both know it.]

I will provide them to you.

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