002 [video]

[mismanagement]

[Maketh doesn't look well, but she's putting forth a solid effort. She's got her hair up and a coat slung over her shoulder, half buttoned, to cover the mess of bandages. But her face is pale and strained. She's been injured and hasn't yet recovered.]

Hello, Hadriel. I hope you're all well, or at least -- recovering.

Recent events have made two things clear to me. First, that the gods will attempt to turn us against each other. And secondly, that they can influence our minds in ways far more direct that I had anticipated. A protocol must be created so this will not happen again.

[She takes a deep breath and winces.]

However, I don't have the proper training to make such a thing. So I am reaching out to everyone here. If you have ideas, I would like to hear them.

Thank you.

[There's a pause.]

I am sorry, to the man I hurt. I'm afraid don't know your name.

That is all.

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[mismanagement]

[Maketh decides not to mention that the Inquisitor ended up turning against her. It wasn't a betrayal. There would have had to be alliance in the first place for that to matter and there was no. But in the end, he killed her men. It's the sort of thing that sticks.

Nick tried to kill her. Maketh tried to kill a stranger. Both of them almost succeed.]

These are...strange times. And powerful enemies. If we don't work together, we won't win.

[It's that simple. Maketh might have nightmares about Nick's face for years to come - she's had three already - but that doesn't matter. Hadriel needs to be united.]

[bekommen]

Right. [She half-laughs under her breath.] "Live together, die alone" - that's how it goes, right?

[A line from a TV show she only halfway paid attention to, but who knows if Maketh will get the reference - most people don't understand what Nick means when she talks about pop culture here. The sentiment, though - it strikes her as overly optimistic. People, in her opinion, are terrible, and asking them to work together sounds just short of impossible.]

[mismanagement]

Something like that. [Maketh nods slowly. She doesn't recognize the phrase, but understands the sentiment just fine.]

[bekommen]

Yeah ... I guess we'll have to see how well that goes.

[She's not holding her breath.]