#sideya

"The Gracious Provider, hm? He isn't exactly fleet, but his hands are certainly in those pies aren't they?

Most people think of him and consider his town, the mutants protected therein, and of course his cavern crawling to ensure quotas are met and what have you.

There are a lot of layers to pull back before you can find the true breadth of that man's influence. He wants very much to be like his late ancestor, very late consider how old the man himself is, but he always falls a hair shy."

"I could never commit my thoughts, theories, and findings to black and white on that man, though.

“Could be that you’re a wriggler looking for a bedtime story. What do I know?

I can tell you that he is one of many laughsassin’s that are used to extinguish the small flames in the Empire’s inner workings. Baby rebellions, regional grand high bloods that don’t know how to keep themselves or their land under control, small things that you don’t need an army for.

Sneak in during the day, break a few necks, get away.”

“I can also tell you that he is very attached to his masks, bad things happen to people who put their hands on them. Or try to put their hands no them.

"The implication there is that I care enough beyond the conversation.

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