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Pressing enter and thus successfully updating the welcome page of his world, his magnum opus, his meaning for existence Hazenet, Douglas sat back in his chair, leaning away from the multitude of computer screens filled with maps, documents or open chatrooms with various people, both aware of the secret war between Flame Haze and Denizens in which humans were but collateral damage and unaware. Taking a moment to respond to one, he then closed the room. 

A powerful Crimson Denizen was in Boston. 

That thought was in his mind and did not leave it. Twice the battle between Flame Haze and Denizen had affect him. Twice he had already been caught up in it, loved ones lost to it. Twice he had been a witness. Now, for the third time with no one left in his life Douglas was once again going to be in the middle of a battlefield and no one - no human - would know. 

What the Flame Haze were going to do, he had no idea. All he knew was that their leader, Sophie, would probably do [i]something[/i] - but of course, what that [i]something[/i] actually [i]was[/i] was not for him to know - he, a mere [i]human[/i] had no place in the war outside of a marginal support role. 

That thought frustrated him. Why wouldn't he have a place? Why didn't he have a right to know? He was on the line as well - if the Flame Haze lost, his existence could very well be snuffed out, replaced by a pale imitation. How dare they sit up on their high horse, telling him not to butt in when his life was on the line as well!? How dare-

Douglas was left bewildered by the sudden wave of hostility that had struck him. Taking a moment to process his recent thoughts, he got up from his chair. 

Self pity, self reflection and self doubt could wait later. There was Rum Raisin to be had.