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I wince as he starts cleaning the wound up. I look at him. Should I have mentioned the sword? I know what he did with it. I know the horror stories of that sword. I usually can handle my own. I have all the power. I'm a puppeteer.

"You know, I didn't know you would venture from your island." He says.

"I know... but I am desperate." I say.

"You must be if you want my help. Remember the last time we faced eachother?" He asks.

"You came onto my island. I told you I would prove that you're the one who's done for." I move my hand up his hand.

He pulls back.

"Sorry." I mutter.

He tightens the bandages.

"So, are you sure you've seen the sword?" He asks.

"Yes. This isn't some twisted game, and I don't play darling." I say.

"Yeah... so I've heard." He says.

"I really need your help Neo." I say.

He stiffens. His animal pets growl.

"It's Hector." He says.

"Okay then, Hector. I need your help. There are many ways of persuasion." I say.

"Yeah, I know." He stands up.

I get up. I move my arm around.

"Thanks." I say. 

"Yeah. What kind of monster is this?" He asks.

I look down.

"Cece, what is it?" He crosses his arms.

"It's through the layer of Scylla." I say.


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