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Eceil hands begin to shake, although he makes a visible effort to quell their spasms.
“Let me tell you something, kid, about the real world and living with those talents of yours. In twenty years you’re going to want a drink, trust me, your going to want a whole god damn lot of them. I made a dumb choice last night, alright, I’ll admit it. But you’re making a worse one brushing the danger aside here. These people have killed 900,000 already, and anyone who can take out that many lives without getting caught sure as hell has the skill to crush you like a bug. Trust me; I’ve worked with monsters like them before. So puff those cheeks of yours out now, get it all out of your system, cause unless…”
Eceil pauses, noticing he too has gone off into a rant. Everyone was staring at him, staring at this old, drunk, fool. Maybe the Nautolan was right, maybe he was just some kind of liability.
Eceil gets up from his chairs and leaves the room, heading back towards his sleeping quarters.
[ 04-18-2005, 12:30 AM: Message edited by: jolleyjester ]
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