(Smirk.) Perhaps it is a little of both. Death from above, no?
(Humming a quiet little tune... Notices then that he suddenly has hella company.)
...Oh, ah... Pardon me! Am I in your way?
...Eheheheheh! Yeah, don't worry, I'm not saying I eat people. These are merely the names of companies that produce wretched, highly-processed snack foods.
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019...They can, in fact. But the trick then is to strike so quickly, they have no time to do anything about it.
...Heh. Alright then. What would you like?
(...Ah! Some sort of young street performer, most likely. God knows he's seen his share in New York City. Smiles at the lad.)
Ah yes, my dear boy, I was merely gathering seed with which to feed the pigeons.
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019-nods- ... If it comes down to it, then yeah- we'll need your help if something- happens.
Apparently the Caster's been dark.
The Assassin and his master- are kept on a loose leash on what he does.
So... who knows what he's been working on.
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(Eyes narrow.)
...Precisely.
(Nod nod nod.)
I am, indeed! And it is nearly time for their dinner, before they go and roost for the evening.
Well, we will just have to see about that, won't we.
(Trudges into the kitchen, looking for FOOD ITEMS)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019

If they're attacking Servants and Masters, then I have to help.
-Doesn't offer any elaboration on that-