Renewed Discourse

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Olivia turned once more to face Damien, a glint of pity in her eyes.

"That's up to you," she replied. She had made up her mind. If Damien were to give up on his role as the Alliance's leader, her opinion of him would be vastly improved - perhaps she would even learn to consider him a good man, if he proved himself in the future. But she would not indulge him, she would not help him. He had done too much harm unto too many guiltless people for her to overlook what he was.

"You'll have to figure it out on your own."

She turned back to her drink, looking at it listlessly. Its liquids had mixed into a murky blue, the rock at the glass' bottom slowly dissolving in a cloud of bubbles.

"I can't help you."

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Olivia Sable