Sprace: Nero

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I know. [ It's hard not to know. ]

This place isn't kind.

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It ain't.

[It reminds him of how unforgiving the North is.

...but no, it's worse. The North is never cruel for cruelty's sake. The North just Is. Living and dying is all by chance, merely survival of the fittest. This is somehow crueler than that.]

Nothin' back home would've prepared us for this.

[Stuck in an awful position with ticking time bombs in their veins, and no magic to help them escape.]

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[ North is the way it is. And Nero left because he couldn't stand it anymore.

People just are the way they grew up, and whatever baggage that left them with... they live with. ]

No.

[ It'd be nice if there was a way out. Or even if they had their magic back, even if it was only on Thursday nights. They can't even pinpoint a reason for the murders that are happening here. ]

I hate it here.

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...yeah. Me too.

[He could say he likes some of the people he has met here. But the absolute horror of the weekends overrides that completely.]

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I'm tired.

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Yeah. Me too.

...wanna go lay down?

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Your place or mine?

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Let's go to mine this time.

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[ Lead the way, Nero won't let go of him the entire time. ]