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[alt_amycus]

I cannot, and I will not, take responsibility for the actions of another. I am above that. To give me such power would be to deify the profane and make a mockery of what we hold out as Truths. I am no god. I merely create possiblities day after day and sometimes such as to night, when the Moon herself is pregnant with mysteries found under a silver veil and the thin line between Sacred and Profane is thin, gossamer thin. Light as a butterfly's caress and stirring in one an energy and a desire that goes much deeper of what we should desire. This desire cannot be sated, ah, but it can be appeased, and I do, for not to do so would be a suicide of sorts--a suicide of self. And then the Truths would cease to be. I cannot disturb the Order. I am a Solider, working to restore Order. To restore to a world that should be, that could be, but it's now a world run by the four horsemen. Dank, and dark, but with my every action, no matter how small, I breathe a tiny shard of silver into the world round me. And then I can look to Diana in this silver world I created, and claim myself a hunter such as she.

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[alt_terry]

boot guesses

master doesnt want boot attending him tonight.

boot thinks master wants to be

boot wont say anything about what he saw

boot will come if master calls, but otherwise boot wont bother master tonight