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[Seel sighed, feeling trapped and not knowing what to do about it. He didn't want to strip himself of everything he was and torture himself to find out what lay beneath the core. But he didn't want to be Cal's lackey for the rest of his life either. And thats what he was, wasn't he? Always second, third, fourth, however many down the line. He hated that Swift's first instinct for a second in command was Ithiel and not him. He hated that Thiede felt the need to jerk him around like a puppet.

And that was the problem wasn't it? Seel hated.]

[Cal can't really blame him for not saying anything. If he were Seel, he'd have nothing to say too.]

You did ask.

I know.

[Seel picked up the hammer he had abandoned.]

I need to finish this. I promise I'll check in more regularly, but I probably wont be home for another day or two. Maybe we can talk more then.

As you wish. I may not be spending quite so much time there as planned yet, either.

Why is that?

Because I'd be an idiot if I made myself that available for whichever morons decide to come after me.

I think you're just used to running.

[There Seel went, saying whatever came out of his mouth.]

Because you don't need to run. I'd pity whoever thought they'd be a match for you.