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| Razkil: Ferrahn, come and sit with us.
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Luthien: So he's still holding out.
Evien: . . .
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Razkil: Ferrahn?
Errand: Hey, Ferrahn! Come on!
Silren: . . .
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Errand: Hey! He's just being stupid. Don't be sad about it.
Silren: . . . I shouldn't have come.
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Errand: Don't be like that too, Silren! You're doing what Ferrahn wants you to do!
Razkil: What's that, Errand?
Errand: Don't you see? He's doing all this on purpose to make you feel miserable!
Razkil: . . .
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Luthien: *laughs sharply* Has the thought ever occurred to you that your presence sickens him?
Errand: . . .
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Evien: Don't.
Luthien: They make me so annoyed! *snarls*
Evien: So we'll leave.
Luthien: No.
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Errand: Whenever we do something he doesn't like, or when he's wrong, he always acts like this.
Luthien: Really? How interesting.
Errand: Yeah. *glares*
Luthien: What if this time, he really can't stand the sight of you?
Errand: . . .
Luthien: What if some people have disgusted him so much he can't stomach being in the same place they are.
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| Errand: Razkil, Luthien is being mean to me!! =T_T=
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| Luthien: This sickens me.
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