It is unfortunately likely that she will go meet you herself. Please have his access keys prepared. Though, if it is a standard data hash, she has never configured any of her shells to transmit or receive those. It would be better to send one of us with standard tech in her place. Clarify the nature of these access keys.
She has estimated that you are more curious than she is, of his death and fate. She has said therein lies your reason and your benefit.
She has disdained the thought of human trust. She has said that she has watched your kind eat each other for less.
She has mocked your implication that she bears Minerva's Intent on her approach. She claims divestiture of prejudice. She has said that she will endeavor to not hurt the dwellers of his dwellings unless they make it necessary. She has said that she has come in possession of a method to make it unnecessary.
Oh, you're trying to figure me out, are you? Is that going to convince me to hand it over? Because you made an estimate?
I've yet to hear of a good proposal as to why I should give it to you. Of course I am curious, but there are far easier ways to get answers. And his fate isn't an imperative for me to know at this moment of the time.
This is giving me a headache. I refuse to recreate the tone of voice in which she has said these things.
She has said that the matter is of your concern, not hers. She reminds you that she does not share your friendships, nor your regard for human lives.
She has said that she is going to investigate nonetheless. She elaborates in a tone of overly-false kindness that if you really don't care, she will carry out her original plan, and that after all, it was those same underlings that attacked him. She stipulates that perhaps you feel some vengeance is in order.
She reminds you that you were the one to offer these keys. She clarifies that it is not unexpected that humans change their words to extort. She reminisces that the Outcasts calling themselves Hyperspace Starfleet have done the same.
She concludes with mirth that, in spite of your supposed belief that humanity has to change, you "remain oh so very human."
But she should learn to admire the fine writing. I never offered it to her outright, but rather that I had it.
Guarantees are a must, Shozak loves to play these games too. Don't act all high and mighty, your kind steal souls and have done their fair share of lying. We've all sinned, but to make a straight deal... is no particular sin. I like it when things are set in stone. And I have no intention of getting scammed.
She now offers only that she is going. She stipulates that the options before her are force, without your assistance, or mercy, with your assistance. She is partial to neither. Hence, she is prodding to see which will be easier.
She offers terms, that with the key, she will pursue him. She will relent what she knows about him in regards to all she obtains after this agreement to you upon your request, and no other's, and not of her own initiative. If she locates him, she will keep him, however, this will not preclude the terms to ask of knowledge of him.
Personally, I don't know why the two of you continue this farce. The Wild Hunt knows the beauty in Death. Hallowed screams wash our very souls in their flowing water. It is the fate of every human to die, and it is the folly of every human to resist your hereditary god. Conversely, she is reborn Merciful Death. The end of human suffering. The only true destination. Why does she offer to forego death? The Wild Hunt is cursed in the Light. We are the Ghost Riders in the Sky, undying, as Death doth detest us, and adherent to her every will. What human has earned such an interest or an ire as to be passed over by Death?
She can take it. I don't care if she hurts anyone while investigating, the heat from those actions will be of her own consequence to draw such attention to her efforts.
I would have much rathered that they wiggled their tentacle telekinesis onto my brain than to go through such an arduous method of a proxy mailman.
If he's alive -- if at all -- well, the ever-loathing Grey, nor him, will not like it. Be warned.
You must come to the Garden to pick up the codes, I'm not transmitting it over the net.
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