Just before everything went black, I heard a cold, mechanical voice echo through my head.
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[Well done, Host! Your recent actions have triggered the activation of "Bloodline of ???"]
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So, it worked…
I…
I knew it…
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Scar's POV
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Fuck, this guy…
I ignored the spit Michael threw at me and shoved his chair upright again.
Gross.
Disgusting — all over my suit.
Yeah, my suit. Thank goodness it didn't hit my face.
He aimed for my face, but I turned just in time. So my clothes took the hit instead.
Still… so nasty.
I pulled out the handkerchief Steve gave me and started wiping the stain off.
"You know, Michael," I said loud enough for him to hear, "I literally washed this suit yesterday just to wear it for you today. And look at it now — completely ruined. You really are pathetic, you know that?"
Silence.
The whole cave went dead quiet.
So quiet, it felt like the walls were closing in.
No smart remark.
No groan.
No insults.
Nothing.
