So let me get this straight, there are five of you?
Six actually if you count Ronan.
Six of you then, who are... what... supernatural's.
Sadly.
Sadly?
Do you know how much it sucks when you're walking down the street and people try to kill you because you look "different"?
Ah, no. I suppose I don't.
Of course not. You can't possibly know.
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This is a bad idea, really. A terrible one. And no, it's not because I'm scared. If I end up stabbing someone in the back because you couldn't handle the pressure, that's on you.
Please don't make me do this, Elvra.
I loved you. I loved you so much that I knew when to let you go and still you force me to my knees and give me a choice.
I die, or you die.
What did I do to deserve this, Elvra? What did I do that was so terrible that you had to hurt me so bad I couldn't get back up again?
Taking care of myself? Is that what made you so mad?
Elvra please just answer me. I can't go on in silence anymore.
E-Elvra? What-
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