*Vaseraga isn't at all phased by the questions, and bows his head again.*
Vaseraga: Fine questions, yes. The book is in our possession because we made it because we had the resources to do so. As for what we are, well, we're- 
Zeta: All assassins. Myself included. The organisation was made to combat Primal Beasts, but we changed from that to assassins and political advisors because we could use select pieces of information from the ledger. We aren't what we were meant to be, ever since I got there I thought I was going to be a Primal Beast hunter, not an assas-
*She's cut off by Vaseraga throwing his scythe at her, which she only barely is able to deflect with her spear, she stares daggers at Vaseraga. Who stares back at her, before his scythe returns to him.*
Vaseraga: We adapted to the times. Nothing more, nothing less. 

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*Eustace sighs and tries pulling Sasha so she lies on her side.*
Eustace: Never lie on your back. 
*He then tries stuffing some brown cotton-esque sort of material into Sasha's stomach wound to stop her insides from leaking out while she lies down, and looks around.*
Eustace: Give me the location of your doctor.
*His voice clearly leaves no room for questions, cause he doesn't want to answer any.*