*Zeta sighs, and nods unconvincingly. She looks to have aged another decade since the last time she spoke to anybody except Beatrix, the stress simply being too much for her to remain unscathed.*
Zeta: No, to be honest. We weren't on the best of terms, but I didn't want him dead. But... he is. And there wasn't much I could do.
*She quietly brushes her hair out of her eyes, then wipes them.*
Zeta: I'm going to give them the ledger. They'll do with it as they see fit, I don't think they're going to hand it back to the Society and go back to their normal lives.

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*Beatrix slides on over to John, and taps the table. She forces a smile, but something about it is genuine.*
Beatrix: Drinks on y- OH JESUS FUCK SHIT NIGGA, if you gonna appear, announce yourself first!
*She glares at Thoth in anger but also slight awe at him mastering magic like that.*

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*Eustace silently loads his rifle, then unloads it, then loads it again, getting faster every time, to the point where it becomes unknown to almost everyone but himself whether or not it is loaded or not.*