[ One down. Maybe a thousand to go. Ephemera bares his teeth; an unconscious, vicious gesture. He wipes the blade off on his pants, though he'll need to clean it thoroughly later. Care for it so the weapon doesn't dull. Ginia left the blade behind when she left and he owes it to her memory to respect it. He made her promises, once. He likes to think they mattered.
I am. Next?
[ He's a Helljumper still. And the two of them make a good team. ]
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I am. Next?
[ He's a Helljumper still. And the two of them make a good team. ]