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You said 'good' first.

[He had no idea his first actual battle in this place was going to be a 90 lb girl soaking wet trying to befriend him aggressively. Reality would be a harsh mistress.]

Why not?

Yes, yes I did. But don't worry! We'll become good friends in no time, I'm sure!

Weeeelllll because Deerington already does EVERYTHING it can to make our lives suck, so really, saving your energy and time for what DEERINGTON throws our way is going to be infinitely more important than what some random guy you've never met says.

And I'll talk to Charlie-san too! Insist he leave you alone, I mean.

[There were a low growl, but he didn't insist that he didn't have friends again. No point right now. He knew it was true.]

I have my brother, and that's all that matters to me. Deerington can throw whatever it wants at the people here, but my brother's vision is and always will be my priority. I will defend his name, his person and his legacy.

A simple choking from a distance will also do the same job.

I mean, but sometimes the true show of strength is NOT rising to the bait. I think it's wonderful you want to defend his name, person, and legacy. But you also need to realize how easy someone could trick you into a reaction that way.

[Usagi is honestly NOT one to talk, but she's also not wrong.]

Or... no choking is also an option.

I understand, but they will only get a rise out of me once because I will find and kill them. Then others will learn not to bait me by watching me destroy anyone who does.

[That sounded like a win-win to him! Look, he was using Maul's old teachings, since they had reigned in a brutal fashion.]

It is, but choking almost always works.

Savage, please, I already got Maul to agree not to go after him if I can get Charlie to give a sincere apology... and take a bath.

At least let the other man TRY. Everyone deserves a chance.

Yes but brother doesn't count. You order him around like a cheerful Sith Lord. I will accept a groveling apology to my brother; bath is optional since he wiggles like a worm and deserves the dirt.

If he steps on toes again, I'm breaking his tiny little neck.

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I mean, he kinda does since this is literally about HIM. Also I do NOT order him around like a cheerful Sith Lord. What the hell, Savage, don't be rude. We're FRIENDS.

You do order him around, and he obeys. He told me not to resist you because it isn't worth the energy and fight. My brother never backs down from a fight.

Friends is a fancy word for master from where I stand.

That is not true. You only see ONE part of our relationship. I assure you there is more than just orders going on.

And that isn't true. Friends and masters are not the same thing.

I arrived just recently, but I will go back to view old network posts involving you two. What else is going on then?

True, masters where we are from tend to be brutal.

We take care of one another.

I'm not that.

In what way?

I suppose as long as you don't hurt each other then that's some definition of friends I've heard?

Well, for one thing, I restored his sight and he took care of me after I reawoke from dying.

You can restore lost senses? Why didn't you restore his legs too?

He hasn't asked me to.

But you could?

I mean, maybe? He's been missing them for a while, but I mean, I regrew his eyes after several months.

They were taken from him about twelve years ago, maybe thirteen now. Is it still possible?

Again, Savage, I don't know, and unless he's willing to try there's no way for me to say one way or the other.

I see. How are you so powerful as to return what was lost?

[He hadn't been physically in her presence yet, but he could feel the pressure of a Force-like power that wasn't a Jedi or his brother.]

Ask your brother. He'll probably explain it in a way you'll better understand regarding your home.

Fine. You're going away now, right?

Do you want me to stay?

No. You're my brother's... whatever.

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