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[population_ctrl]

And you were doing so well, leaving me be.

Please. Go bother someone else with your pathetic hobby. Or better yet, get a new one.

[Sigh.]

Something useful, preferably.

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[unreadability]

Leaving you be would have certain... less than preferable consequences.

[population_ctrl]

Ah. You know what I mean.

[unreadability]

It's a question of existence, Jean Louis.

[population_ctrl]

My existence isn't in danger.

[unreadability]

Currently, no.

[population_ctrl]

Mireille. What's wrong?

[unreadability]

Without her you'd be either alone or dead.

[population_ctrl]

So what? Do you want me to thank her?

[unreadability]

I want you to appreciate the implications. If nothing else.

[falkeditupagain]

I wish she'd leave you be too.

I mean, prodding a dead animal a bunch isn't going to make it move, but I guess in your case it makes it talk.

[population_ctrl]

Concerning dead bodies, I suppose you are the expert.

[falkeditupagain]

[He's going to pretend that you aren't taking a blow below the beltline.]

Well, seeing as my friends are Zombies and vampires, yeah, that's the assumption.

[population_ctrl]

[What's the use, Hanna, what's the use.]

Oh. So you've stopped sleeping around with them.

[falkeditupagain]

I've never slept with them, okay?

Besides, when did you get interested in my non-existent sex life?

[population_ctrl]

When you turned it into gossip, Monsieur.

[Shrug.]

We all get bored.

[falkeditupagain]

I never turned it into gossip. That was totally an accident, and not my fault.

You act like the Animus never made a fool out of you either.

[population_ctrl]

Never to that extent.

[winter_raven]

She pull you away from something important, Mr. Duroc?

[population_ctrl]

Always, Mademoiselle Raven. She has nothing better to do.

[winter_raven]

What were you doing? Or is it something secret, like national security secret that you can't say?

[population_ctrl]

No, no. Nothing so grand.

I am busy recuperating at the moment.

[winter_raven]

Recuperating? What happened?

[population_ctrl]

A group of terrorists tried to assassinate me.

[winter_raven]

[Pardon her while she freaks out a moment.]

Holy shit! Like, actual terrorists?! In Luxembourg?! Oh God. But, you're okay now, right? You said 'recuperating.' How bad was it? I mean, if you don't mind talking about it or anything.

Shit. Shit shit.

[population_ctrl]

Calm down, Mademoiselle.

I'm alright. Most of the shots didn't hit anything of value.