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The Travelling Trickster? It was clearly a name that the deaf hero took pride in. Why else mention it? But 'tricks' were just another way to defeat the enemy, unless she meant she tricked her allies. Regardless, it confirmed what Guilt had previously surmised. This woman was more cunning than she seemed, and certainly more cunning than those she had met before. Most of the answers were pretty expected. It appeared that they agreed, at least on some points. That was a start. However, what did surprise Guilt, was the offer to work together. How could they work together now, when Guilt wasn't even sure if Traveller planned to kill her? Although this little invitation certainly seemed to indicate peaceful intentions, it could simply be an attempt to get Guilt to lower her guard. After all, her defensive abilities were based purely on her own situational awareness. If she let down her guard, all it would take was a stray bullet....

As Guilt quickly typed out her reply, the teleprompter sprang to life once more.

"Petty theft is the seed of greater theft, of murder.
Crime leads to greater crime.
Successful crime inspires crime in others.
This city is broken, rotten with corruption.
Even your High are corrupt.
The seed must be destroyed."

For a moment, Guilt considered Traveller's words regarding her abduction. Epic powers could not be given to a person, they were naturally born in people. That much Guilt knew. But surgical procedure, careful prodding, could be used to awaken dormant powers. And to strengthen existing powers. It was processes such as this that had created Guilt, granted her the power she wielded. It seemed that something in the same vein had happened to Traveller. But certainly the circumstances must have been different. After all, Traveller's captors had tried to ransom her. They were not the family that Guilt had been gifted with, they had not provided the required training. Traveller had simply been handed her power for all the wrong reasons, and let loose on the world. An astounding waste of great talent. Based on the skills and abilities she now displayed, she would have made for an excellent soldier.

But such matters were in the past. Now Traveller was a Hero in Epic City, home of Those on High. She was one of the guardians of this city, a servant of those who ruled it from the shadows. Traveller might have good intentions, in her heart, but she was a puppet to shadowy masters, and no good could come from cooperating with her. Surely, Guilt could not afford the luxury of allies.

"My executions are not wanton, they are a necessity.
Violence can be met only with greater violence.
This city allows rogue Freaks and Epics to run rampant.
The High do nothing to stop this.
So I will eliminate these threats, one by one.
To show mercy, is to show weakness.
To show weakness, is to accept defeat."