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	Saeid slowly stands, blood running down his chin. With a sword in hand, he grins, as he pressed it to his own throat.
"...You can have me...but they all go.....The..wacko...the crystal girl..the bear...they all leave, and you take me. If not, I take off my own head, and my soul is lost to the deepest pits of hell...." He says, blood coating the dusty sword, but a sharp blade it was. It would take but a moment for Saeid to take his own head off, and with how much evil he'd committed, Stine could see how many hells would vie for such a sin soaked soul. 
	"......So, what's it gonna be stine? Me, or him? Cause you can only get one..." Saeid chuckles.