You think the insurance will kill me for spilling my guts?
-smirks a little- I can't tell you how wrong you are, but if he did think to check- you're right.
-takes the handshake-
Mm.
Still, I wouldn't have taken you for- what I presume- a martial arts type.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postI don't know his proper identity. We were only given an alias to call him by.
Mr. Whitechapel. I've seen how he works.
Because he has made sure that there's very little chance that- when he moves- it'll be certain.
There aren't many timelines left where he fails.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postOh, I'm sure you will.
And you'll be faithful, too. And that takes sacrifice.
But you'll do it, young man. You'll make those sacrifices, with my help. Because if you don't, well, you'll break her heart.
And if you break her heart, well....Future sight isn't one of my powers, but I've got a fairly strong feeling you'll end up in prison, one way or another.
-He leans in reeeeeeal close to the side of his face-
Do you know what they do to pretty young boys like you in prison.
Those, hm? Have you encountered oracles before?
'Cause this one uses a knife to cut the strands of fate that he doesn't like.
And I'm guessing that's how he's never been caught, and his reputation that we're told- never fails.
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