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Garfiel:  “The echoes of victory and the feel of killing—I can leave that all for later. The rest is happenin’ in a place where my hands can’t reach no matter how hard I try… Countin’ on ya to take care of it, General.” Thrusting his fist forward, Garfiel glared, baring his fangs toward the trail of light heading toward the eastern sky.
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Frederica:  Gazing in the same direction, Frederica folded her hands against her chest as if making a prayer. “’Cause once everything’s said and done, there’s still that bastard we both needa smack real good!”