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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.

Comments

[alt_terry]

is master in his rooms already? boot can attend master there for the evening, if he likes

[alt_terry]

oh

uh

[alt_amycus]

Yes, my rooms should be adequate for tonight's activities. I need you to procure the following:
Jam tarts
Clotted cream
3 knives, of varying sizes
Extra rags

Stop by the infirmary and ask for Potion 24.

That will do.

[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

[alt_terry]

master, please

boot is sorry

boot didnt mean to interrupt

boot will do everything master says. mudblood boot always obeys master in everything

[alt_amycus]

Then obey me in this.