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Sighed

Believe me, I've tried.

"Well go on then, Lord General." Theo sneered as he stood up and gestures to his chest. "Destroy your enemy."

» “Then I believe you have not tried hard enough. Take this advice: knowing when to walk away is wisdom. Being able to is courage. Do not waste your time or energy on this… it only impairs the mind. The more impairment on the mind, the more doubt there will be on being able to lead.”

" You are not worthy even of my acknowledgement let alone be my enemy. "

Theo summons his armor, powering up the repulsors. "Don't make me do this."

" There is indeed a great wisdom to your words but i'm afraid rather like a fly intent on sucking the blood of its quarry this one hounds me across the leagues of distance I intend to place, therein you must realize my dilemma. Given this is a place of respite and idleness, it is hardly a grounds wherein I am judged for such capacities. But I digress, I should put this to an end as you've suggested. "

Aleksandr issued a nod to the Medicus, raising his glass and then took to his own affairs.

» “…goodness.”

He gave a nod. Medicus resumed to his drink and his note taking. What a shame, what a shame.

Theo drops to his knees, collapsing the helmet of his armor. He throws his head back and screams. It is a sound of anger, sadness, and loneliness. The sound of a soul that has had all it's hope ripped violently out by an uncaring world, and has nothing left.

…eyebrow raise.

» “I’m sure he’ll get over it soon.”

He muttered, now continuing his studies for good.

Once he's finished screaming, Theo gets to his feet, closes his helmet, and flies off. He doesn't even bother to use the door, leaving an Iron Man-shaped hole in the ceiling.

“No,” Joker said with a giggle. “I am right here. In front of you.”

Though with these words, Joker was in fact not in front of Roni. Her black and claret clawed gloves are no where to be seen on the table itself.

“Try to look a little harder,” she chirped. “You can hear me, but you cannot see me, hmhm~”

A curious brow perked

" By the Emperor, is that an Aeldari Harlequin ?

He kept writing. And rewriting… and rewriting… until his notes were finally perfect. An old habit of his—and then he spilled ink on the notes.

Mmmmm.

» “Perfect.”

Now he tore off the page again and started over the process.

He came back in. His mask came down back into the Symbiote and he ran his fingers through his hair. The Symbiote grew a tendril and waved at everyone

Medicus waved back. He had seen him in his peripherals.