#darkandlightsides

It was probably a few hours of just lingering and speaking between Jason and the mystery war criminal in the other cell. It had probably been lights out for a little while, before...

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It was a normal night within the small toddlers bedroom, the lights were out and it was a practically perfect temperature to sleep in. Nice and warm but a nice breeze coming from underneath the door.

"Hey Reeexxx...? Mind telling us how you were like when you were a kid for some really important data. Like super important. If it sweetens the deal we might make fun of Vir about it."

👁Ò̷̱̖͕̫͈̻̼̮͈̙̤̮͗͆̐̉̚Ṕ̷̢̧̮̫̫͎̇͆̃͗́̈̊͑̚ͅͅE̵̠̠̘̠̿̑͋͐̐̔͆̈́̈́̿̆̍̊̓̑͠͝Ṇ̶̳͌͂̃̊͜ ̵̡̨̧̧̺̟͎̖̈́̌̈́̈̓̾͛͜ͅͅY̶̹͕̺͚͈̪̼͇͇̥͕̼̯̬͓͐̈́̇O̸̢̟̝͚̪͙̣̗͉͈͔͙͔͕͊͆̃̎̉͛̀͗͆̏́̊Ų̵̡̛̩͕̳̤̺̻̝͂̊̓̔̌͑́R̷̘̜̆̽̉͂͋̊̈̏͗̅̚͝ ̷̦͍̻̦̹̯̓̌̅̇̓̌̒̋̑̕͝͝͠͠͝E̸̦̟̦͈̲̭̬̖̫̞̱͇͍̻̳̱̎̓̊̀͠Y̶̢̫̖̪̤̙͎̬͙͎͖͓͓̽̈́̋̈͜͜Ẽ̸̢̡̺̹̩̰̼̤͍̯̲̹̜̣̾̏̾̍̔͌̔̀͝ͅŞ̷̼̣͓͇̙̖͓̗̈́̑̇.̴͙̱̜͔͕̳̀́͗͌̈̇͐̓̈̈͊̅̅̆̾̑̕ ̸͍͕̻̽̐Ŏ̵̧̠̮̹͇̙̼͍̮̲͔͉̪̃̈́͑͂͗̓̊̎̓̂̀͠P̶͕̘̥̭̜̣̠̦̏̈̽E̵̫͍̣̟̬̞̙̥͕̬̪̼̟͚̎́̌̀́͑͋̓̂͌̊̂̚͝͝Ņ̷̡͉̱̺͙̺͕͇͈̙͕̃͌̀͑͂͗͒̉̈͊͜ ̷̧̛̠͇̩̦̫̩̳̖̩̪͚͚̖́͛̐̊̃̏̑̉͋̍̈Y̴̥͓̥̼͓̍̓̈́̐̌̑̍̀̆Ǒ̷̻̮̻̦̺̗̈́͑Ų̶̡̜̦͚͖̲͇̙͎̠̭͍̟̮̂̆̑̌͗̈́͂̂͠ͅR̷̡̰̝̦̣̳̼͔͕̦̓̑̍̅͂̽̾͋̄̃͒́̒̔͜͝͝͝ ̴̩̌̽̓̃̾̌̾̑̈́̍̅̚͘͝Ę̵̡͓̯͔͇̣̓͂̃̋̆͛̄͑̕͝Y̶͇̼͈̞͇̥͚͔̟͓̱̓̍̆̽̀͘͝E̸̢͔̳̣̙͕̅̒̆̑͑͂̈́̒̆̃̉͘͝͠͠ͅS̵̡̡̧͕̹͇̫̭̺̰̹͓̼̻̈́͐͜.̵̨̳̮̉̽́̾̐͘Ò̷̱̖͕̫͈̻̼̮͈̙̤̮͗͆̐̉̚Ṕ̷̢̧̮̫̫͎̇͆̃͗́̈̊͑̚ͅͅE̵̠̠̘̠̿̑͋͐̐̔͆̈́̈́̿̆̍̊̓̑͠͝Ṇ̶̳͌͂̃̊͜ ̵̡̨̧̧̺̟͎̖̈́̌̈́̈̓̾͛͜ͅͅY̶̹͕̺͚͈̪̼͇͇̥͕̼̯̬͓͐̈́̇O̸̢̟̝͚̪͙̣̗͉͈͔͙͔͕͊͆̃̎̉͛̀͗͆̏́̊Ų̵̡̛̩͕̳̤̺̻̝͂̊̓̔̌͑́R̷̘̜̆̽̉͂͋̊̈̏͗̅̚͝ ̷̦͍̻̦̹̯̓̌̅̇̓̌̒̋̑̕͝͝͠͠͝E̸̦̟̦͈̲̭̬̖̫̞̱͇͍̻̳̱̎̓̊̀͠Y̶̢̫̖̪̤̙͎̬͙͎͖͓͓̽̈́̋̈͜͜Ẽ̸̢̡̺̹̩̰̼̤͍̯̲̹̜̣̾̏̾̍̔͌̔̀͝ͅŞ̷̼̣͓͇̙̖͓̗̈́̑̇.̴͙̱̜͔͕̳̀́͗͌̈̇͐̓̈̈͊̅̅̆̾̑̕ ̸͍͕̻̽̐Ŏ̵̧̠̮̹͇̙̼͍̮̲͔͉̪̃̈́͑͂͗̓̊̎̓̂̀͠P̶͕̘̥̭̜̣̠̦̏̈̽E̵̫͍̣̟̬̞̙̥͕̬̪̼̟͚̎́̌̀́͑͋̓̂͌̊̂̚͝͝Ņ̷̡͉̱̺͙̺͕͇͈̙͕̃͌̀͑͂͗͒̉̈͊͜ ̷̧̛̠͇̩̦̫̩̳̖̩̪͚͚̖́͛̐̊̃̏̑̉͋̍̈Y̴̥͓̥̼͓̍̓̈́̐̌̑̍̀̆Ǒ̷̻̮̻̦̺̗̈́͑Ų̶̡̜̦͚͖̲͇̙͎̠̭͍̟̮̂̆̑̌͗̈́͂̂͠ͅR̷̡̰̝̦̣̳̼͔͕̦̓̑̍̅͂̽̾͋̄̃͒́̒̔͜͝͝͝ ̴̩̌̽̓̃̾̌̾̑̈́̍̅̚͘͝Ę̵̡͓̯͔͇̣̓͂̃̋̆͛̄͑̕͝Y̶͇̼͈̞͇̥͚͔̟͓̱̓̍̆̽̀͘͝E̸̢͔̳̣̙͕̅̒̆̑͑͂̈́̒̆̃̉͘͝͠͠ͅS̵̡̡̧͕̹͇̫̭̺̰̹͓̼̻̈́͐͜.̵̨̳̮̉̽́̾̐͘Ò̷̱̖͕̫͈̻̼̮͈̙̤̮͗͆̐̉̚Ṕ̷̢̧̮̫̫͎̇͆̃͗́̈̊͑̚ͅͅE̵̠̠̘̠̿̑͋͐̐̔͆̈́̈́̿̆̍̊̓̑͠͝Ṇ̶̳͌͂̃̊͜ ̵̡̨̧̧̺̟͎̖̈́̌̈́̈̓̾͛͜ͅͅY̶̹͕̺͚͈̪̼͇͇̥͕̼̯̬͓͐̈́̇O̸̢̟̝͚̪͙̣̗͉͈͔͙͔͕͊͆̃̎̉͛̀͗͆̏́̊Ų̵̡̛̩͕̳̤̺̻̝͂̊̓̔̌͑́R̷̘̜̆̽̉͂͋̊̈̏͗̅̚͝ ̷̦͍̻̦̹̯̓̌̅̇̓̌̒̋̑̕͝͝͠͠͝E̸̦̟̦͈̲̭̬̖̫̞̱͇͍̻̳̱̎̓̊̀͠Y̶̢̫̖̪̤̙͎̬͙͎͖͓͓̽̈́̋̈͜͜Ẽ̸̢̡̺̹̩̰̼̤͍̯̲̹̜̣̾̏̾̍̔͌̔̀͝ͅŞ̷̼̣͓͇̙̖͓̗̈́̑̇.̴͙̱̜͔͕̳̀́͗͌̈̇͐̓̈̈͊̅̅̆̾̑̕ ̸͍͕̻̽̐Ŏ̵̧̠̮̹͇̙̼͍̮̲͔͉̪̃̈́͑͂͗̓̊̎̓̂̀͠P̶͕̘̥̭̜̣̠̦̏̈̽E̵̫͍̣̟̬̞̙̥͕̬̪̼̟͚̎́̌̀́͑͋̓̂͌̊̂̚͝͝Ņ̷̡͉̱̺͙̺͕͇͈̙͕̃͌̀͑͂͗͒̉̈͊͜ ̷̧̛̠͇̩̦̫̩̳̖̩̪͚͚̖́͛̐̊̃̏̑̉͋̍̈Y̴̥͓̥̼͓̍̓̈́̐̌̑̍̀̆Ǒ̷̻̮̻̦̺̗̈́͑Ų̶̡̜̦͚͖̲͇̙͎̠̭͍̟̮̂̆̑̌͗̈́͂̂͠ͅR̷̡̰̝̦̣̳̼͔͕̦̓̑̍̅͂̽̾͋̄̃͒́̒̔͜͝͝͝ ̴̩̌̽̓̃̾̌̾̑̈́̍̅̚͘͝Ę̵̡͓̯͔͇̣̓͂̃̋̆͛̄͑̕͝Y̶͇̼͈̞͇̥͚͔̟͓̱̓̍̆̽̀͘͝E̸̢͔̳̣̙͕̅̒̆̑͑͂̈́̒̆̃̉͘͝͠͠ͅS̵̡̡̧͕̹͇̫̭̺̰̹͓̼̻̈́͐͜.̵̨̳̮̉̽́̾̐͘Ò̷̱̖͕̫͈̻̼̮͈̙̤̮͗͆̐̉̚Ṕ̷̢̧̮̫̫͎̇͆̃͗́̈̊͑̚ͅͅE̵̠̠̘̠̿̑͋͐̐̔͆̈́̈́̿̆̍̊̓̑͠͝Ṇ̶̳͌͂̃̊͜ ̵̡̨̧̧̺̟͎̖̈́̌̈́̈̓̾͛͜ͅͅY̶̹͕̺͚͈̪̼͇͇̥͕̼̯̬͓͐̈́̇O̸̢̟̝͚̪͙̣̗͉͈͔͙͔͕͊͆̃̎̉͛̀͗͆̏́̊Ų̵̡̛̩͕̳̤̺̻̝͂̊̓̔̌͑́R̷̘̜̆̽̉͂͋̊̈̏͗̅̚͝ ̷̦͍̻̦̹̯̓̌̅̇̓̌̒̋̑̕͝͝͠͠͝E̸̦̟̦͈̲̭̬̖̫̞̱͇͍̻̳̱̎̓̊̀͠Y̶̢̫̖̪̤̙͎̬͙͎͖͓͓̽̈́̋̈͜͜Ẽ̸̢̡̺̹̩̰̼̤͍̯̲̹̜̣̾̏̾̍̔͌̔̀͝ͅŞ̷̼̣͓͇̙̖͓̗̈́̑̇.̴͙̱̜͔͕̳̀́͗͌̈̇͐̓̈̈͊̅̅̆̾̑̕ ̸͍͕̻̽̐Ŏ̵̧̠̮̹͇̙̼͍̮̲͔͉̪̃̈́͑͂͗̓̊̎̓̂̀͠P̶͕̘̥̭̜̣̠̦̏̈̽E̵̫͍̣̟̬̞̙̥͕̬̪̼̟͚̎́̌̀́͑͋̓̂͌̊̂̚͝͝Ņ̷̡͉̱̺͙̺͕͇͈̙͕̃͌̀͑͂͗͒̉̈͊͜ ̷̧̛̠͇̩̦̫̩̳̖̩̪͚͚̖́͛̐̊̃̏̑̉͋̍̈Y̴̥͓̥̼͓̍̓̈́̐̌̑̍̀̆Ǒ̷̻̮̻̦̺̗̈́͑Ų̶̡̜̦͚͖̲͇̙͎̠̭͍̟̮̂̆̑̌͗̈́͂̂͠ͅR̷̡̰̝̦̣̳̼͔͕̦̓̑̍̅͂̽̾͋̄̃͒́̒̔͜͝͝͝ ̴̩̌̽̓̃̾̌̾̑̈́̍̅̚͘͝Ę̵̡͓̯͔͇̣̓͂̃̋̆͛̄͑̕͝Y̶͇̼͈̞͇̥͚͔̟͓̱̓̍̆̽̀͘͝E̸̢͔̳̣̙͕̅̒̆̑͑͂̈́̒̆̃̉͘͝͠͠ͅS̵̡̡̧͕̹͇̫̭̺̰̹͓̼̻̈́͐͜.̵̨̳̮̉̽́̾̐͘Ò̷̱̖͕̫͈̻̼̮͈̙̤̮͗͆̐̉̚Ṕ̷̢̧̮̫̫͎̇͆̃͗́̈̊͑̚ͅͅE̵̠̠̘̠̿̑͋͐̐̔͆̈́̈́̿̆̍̊̓̑͠͝Ṇ̶̳͌͂̃̊͜ ̵̡̨̧̧̺̟͎̖̈́̌̈́̈̓̾͛͜ͅͅY̶̹͕̺͚͈̪̼͇͇̥͕̼̯̬͓͐̈́̇O̸̢̟̝͚̪͙̣̗͉͈͔͙͔͕͊͆̃̎̉͛̀͗͆̏́̊Ų̵̡̛̩͕̳̤̺̻̝͂̊̓̔̌͑́R̷̘̜̆̽̉͂͋̊̈̏͗̅̚͝ ̷̦͍̻̦̹̯̓̌̅̇̓̌̒̋̑̕͝͝͠͠͝E̸̦̟̦͈̲̭̬̖̫̞̱͇͍̻̳̱̎̓̊̀͠Y̶̢̫̖̪̤̙͎̬͙͎͖͓͓̽̈́̋̈͜͜Ẽ̸̢̡̺̹̩̰̼̤͍̯̲̹̜̣̾̏̾̍̔͌̔̀͝ͅŞ̷̼̣͓͇̙̖͓̗̈́̑̇.̴͙̱̜͔͕̳̀́͗͌̈̇͐̓̈̈͊̅̅̆̾̑̕ ̸͍͕̻̽̐Ŏ̵̧̠̮̹͇̙̼͍̮̲͔͉̪̃̈́͑͂͗̓̊̎̓̂̀͠P̶͕̘̥̭̜̣̠̦̏̈̽E̵̫͍̣̟̬̞̙̥͕̬̪̼̟͚̎́̌̀́͑͋̓̂͌̊̂̚͝͝Ņ̷̡͉̱̺͙̺͕͇͈̙͕̃͌̀͑͂͗͒̉̈͊͜ ̷̧̛̠͇̩̦̫̩̳̖̩̪͚͚̖́͛̐̊̃̏̑̉͋̍̈Y̴̥͓̥̼͓̍̓̈́̐̌̑̍̀̆Ǒ̷̻̮̻̦̺̗̈́͑Ų̶̡̜̦͚͖̲͇̙͎̠̭͍̟̮̂̆̑̌͗̈́͂̂͠ͅR̷̡̰̝̦̣̳̼͔͕̦̓̑̍̅͂̽̾͋̄̃͒́̒̔͜͝͝͝ ̴̩̌̽̓̃̾̌̾̑̈́̍̅̚͘͝Ę̵̡͓̯͔͇̣̓͂̃̋̆͛̄͑̕͝Y̶͇̼͈̞͇̥͚͔̟͓̱̓̍̆̽̀͘͝E̸̢͔̳̣̙͕̅̒̆̑͑͂̈́̒̆̃̉͘͝͠͠ͅS̵̡̡̧͕̹͇̫̭̺̰̹͓̼̻̈́͐͜.̵̨̳̮̉̽́̾̐͘

There was the whirring of a rift that was carefully opened into the living room of Abaddon's residence, a quietly baited breath being held as Venus stepped into the room. Her hair was still messed up, but she had pulled it into a rubberband behind her head to keep it out of her face. She... really didnt have the energy to deal with it. She really didnt... feel like speaking to Abbie, in all actuallity. She always had an aversion to confrontation. But she had to. She has to check on him.

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