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"Well..." the fool takes a gander at his fractured reflection "...looks like he did delegate to your pre-emptive branch. You win this one". He briefly mutes the sensation of ground from his feet, free in the air as his hands quickly shifts the chair's position for the back to become the front.

''"Does that mean I get it on the top shelf this week?" the shattered sentient asks, his v''oice laced with a yearn.

"That was the bet, was it not? I shall eat it for you, how about it?"

"Acceptable".'' Ths glass frame shaped as a doppleganger finally ceases its grasp on its fleeting life, falling in a pile of glass that fade from existence. The fool, briefly muttering something about disappointement turns his hidden face to Marcus "Doesn't mean they necessarily need to be ill. You clearly have a transparent vision of when to let the old urges surface. Something like that is worthy enough to gloat over, as so many others tend to have their transparency opaqued between the now'' and then, unable to condensate the need to temper it. With all that surrounds you, I sometimes wonder how you do it..."