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<b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">LOCATION || <i>Zodiac Island</i><br/>
MENTIONING ||<i> Idris Darke </i></span><br/>
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“I thought perhaps we could celebrate. Kiva calling us back must mean The Force is needed again, don’t you agree?” Vincent speculated, his voice a bit more relaxed, a bit less taunting and try-hard. <br/>
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“I do not know what it means. I only know that when the Zodiacs call, I answer.” Idris shrugged, reaching out to take the glass he offered. She’d contemplated rejecting it, yet she’d already been hard enough on the man. <br/>
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“That - that right there. That’s what has always made you a better Zodiac than I.” Vincent chuckled, shaking his head as he sat down uninvited in the seat that faced Idris, sighing as he looked out of the window. They had been traveling over the ocean for a while and by the feel of the time that had passed, he knew they were close. <br/>
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“To new beginnings.” Vincent said then, raising his glass in a salute towards Idris. <br/>
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“And to the end of the Culling. By whatever means necessary.” Idris said then, raising her glass along with him as she looked him dead in the eye. Her dark eyes sparkled with speculation, with investigative curiosity and even a bit of suspicion. Vincent had to try hard to swallow the fear that crept into his throat. Should his secrets be exposed… He knew without a doubt, Idris would end him. And there would be nothing he could do to stop her - of that, he was certain. </span><br/>
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