(looks at unconsious revenant, thinks of lighting him on fire, then decides that wouldnt be a fair fight, so puts a muffin with alcohol in his face)
bona petit. . .
(not sure i spelled that right)
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Even if the morrow is barren of promises
Nothing shall forestall my return
To become the dew that quenches the land
To spare the sands, the seas, the skies
I offer thee this silent sacrifice
bon apetite. . .grrrr. . .i still have memories of my lost battle. . .i cant say i dont feel the urge to say thank you. . .i wont. . .but feel free to light him on fire. . .let that be my way of repaying the favor. . .
sorry revenant, bro. . .feel free to shoot me. . .if you manage to wake up alive. . .
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Even if the morrow is barren of promises
Nothing shall forestall my return
To become the dew that quenches the land
To spare the sands, the seas, the skies
I offer thee this silent sacrifice
Don't worry Revenant, you are still our honoured friend, we just want to see what happens, and enough of this kind of thing has happened to me in the past
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