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[golisolation]

"Yo, it's the hated boss that beats you down, and beats you down, and never lets up... Yeah, big bad Guzma is here—well, I ain't, actually. Leave a message and ya boy will get back at ya. Later days, dude."

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[hellufacade]

You may be heartened to know that where I’m from, there was no such thing as an outcast. [He’s gonna talk about Amaurot as if it’s Garlemald, whatever. ] Every person, regardless of ability was given time to grow and explore their own interests.

[Daikons.]

Well, I’m glad to have earned your respect, at any rate. I have to say, I admire your strength in the face of your situation. Defying tradition is never easy. But I respect it. My rule overturned countless bits of useless tradition that only hindered us.

[golisolation]

Yeah? Well, where I'm from they try to say the same thing, so I've learned words ain't really what matters. Actions are.

[Though, he sounds interested in that idea. A place where outcasts didn't happen, where people had worth regardless of their individual ability. Where tradition meant nothing, and didn't place you on the outskirts.

That bit about admiring his strength, though? That catches him, and while he didn't expect him to downplay his abilities, he's still not quite used to outright compliments. Let alone someone understanding him in such a profound way.]

...Yeah. The strong gotta fight for the future, or it ain't ever gonna come, huh? I can't afford to be weak, not even for a second, and it sure says a lot about you to be able to pick that up. You get it.

Sometimes you gotta destroy everything before you can make the difference that needs to be done, right?

[hellufacade]

Mmm, ‘tis true that actions are the only thing that matters. And one can hardly build on unlevel ground!

[Those bits he got about Lusamine were very helpful. ]

Hmm, those that do not act are easy to take power from. Like these ineffectual policy makers that apparently rule our lives. [Especially even you have practice.]

So what do you see for the future?

[golisolation]

[What a question. One that gives him pause as he considers it. Guzma's not great at taking things seriously, something of a coping method to deal with the shit hand life's dealt him, but right here and now...he wanted to.

He's been surrounded by people who saw the good in him, but couldn't understand the bad. Couldn't fully grasp what's left him mangled on the inside, but it seems like--feels like--in one fell swoop Solus here has. It's a strange sort of feeling, what with their general unfamiliarity, yet at the same time, he felt familiar in ways that others have failed to.]

The future don't really matter much, does it? Not here, anyway. I'm survivin', but the bone I'm pickin' ain't with this lot--even if they're full'a shit.

[Not a total truth, he likes what he has for the most part, likes the relationship he has with Lucina, likes the gang he's made and maintained for the better part of a year. He still doesn't trust the government, still doesn't like that Lucina seems blind to its ploy, but there isn't much to be done, not when they have nullifiers like they do.]

What about you, huh?

[hellufacade]

Well, as I’ve always thought: control those would control you. Why run around in other’s silly games for all eternity? If they brought us here, they have reasonable means to send us back.

[Back before it seemed like the scales had been tipped. Even if he was so, so tired.]