Three Bottles

[Caliban]

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"[Fair enough. Now you just have to act the part - or be it. I don't know at this point.]" - he replied whilst holding on to the bottle of scotch and a nearly unquenchable thrist radiating from his optics.

The mere mention of Viper prompted the half drunken merc to remember a time when she was still around. Playing young Caliban like a tool and him being fully aware of it. He didn't mind. The furnance in his chest burned every time she was around - a spoken, yet unspoken love for someone that is now gone with few chances of returning in the near future. People like Viper always appear and disappear on a whim. Maybe that's what made Vincent starved for her presence in the first place. If only he realized that sooner. If only he hadn't gone for the Bird.

"[Yeah...I miss her already.]" - a short pause between words - "[You seem to be doing just fine in her shoes though, Direktor.]"

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"Test the sharpness of your sword against another. And when that is not enough, unsheathe your cunning as the hidden dagger that ends the fight."

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