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๐‘ช๐’๐’๐’† ๐’€๐’๐’–๐’๐’ˆ
"Oh, I do, man. Really. It's good that you controlled yourself though. I don't think I would be able to. But in the end, as you said, that's not what they wanted. Provided that you killed him, where would that lead you? To a darker path for sure. And I wouldn't be here."
Syzoth@zaterranMercury

"They wouldn't want that. They didn't deserve anything, any part of this. But. They'd want me to get better." He looks tired. He takes a few places, to work out some anger. "You're. The first person I've shown all this. I thought. Maybe you'd understand."

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๐‘ช๐’๐’๐’† ๐’€๐’๐’–๐’๐’ˆ
"Shang Tsung did that?" A moment of silence befell the two, Cole was trying to process all of this. He could relate to his pain somewhat. If something similar were to happen to Emily and Allison, he'd be furious. "That man has a lot to answer for. I am sorry you had to deal-
Syzoth@zaterranMercury

He takes a deep breath, clenching his fist. "Shang Tsung killed them, so he could get to me. He wanted to study me, and gods I let it happen. I let him do whatever he wanted so they'd be safe, but. They were dead the whole time." Shaky exhale. No, he's not crying.

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๐‘ช๐’๐’๐’† ๐’€๐’๐’–๐’๐’ˆ
Cole just observed silently, metallic fines wrapping around his own upper body and encasing him with a durable, golden suit of armor. He did not morph his tonfas though. Not yet at least. Then, he entered his own combat stance, attempting to close the distance so he was-
๐‰ud๐ e Me ๐ˆn T๐ก๐ž Af๐ญerl๐ข๐Ÿ๐ž(rate limited)@slghtrghst

( and cue the slasher forming his stance , his jรคger boots and gauntlets materializing out of shadow ) show me something worthy of my time .

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