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[trancheuse]

"Oh come on, you can't seriously expect me to respond to every one of these stupid messages that these idiots..."
*BEEP*

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[inconsequence]

You don't even know what it is I look like.

[Though she does know what they sound like. They're just being difficult for the sake of it, mostly.]

[trancheuse]

Kid, whatever you look like, someone with your attitude's going to stand out like a sore thumb. No way you'll hide from me, not in a town full of whiny heroic wannabe reprobates.

[inconsequence]

How's the old saying go?

Ah, yes.

It takes one to know one.

[trancheuse]

An awful person deep down? Oh yes, it does. I'll find you in a heartbeat, assuming you even have one. Easier to hunt for when you don't.

[inconsequence]

Everyone has one to spare, these days, given the state of the world.

[You know, the organs in the walls and the ground and everything. That kind of thing.]

[trancheuse]

The only real question is who's I've got, right? [She laughed out loud in a bark.] But in the end, it's still one to spare isn't it?

[inconsequence]

Depending on one's perspective, I suppose.

[They haven't confirmed or denied the presence of a heart or a SOUL. The less others know about them, the better.]

[trancheuse]

They don't need it anymore, so I'm hardly one to worry about the perspective of whoever might be missing theirs. But that's me.

[inconsequence]

If you say so. I'll hardly be the one to keep you from pursuing your...desires, miss.

[It always pays to be polite.]

[trancheuse]

Good habit to have there. I'll be seeing you.

[inconsequence]

I'm sure you will.

[Assuming they don't see you first.]