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[b]"Hrmmm..."[/b]

Sitting in the corner of the room opposite of Diarmuid (because it wouldn't be fair for only one to be 'punished' when both were equally at fault), Gawain mulled over Zhuge Liang's words. For the greed of magi to corrupt the Grail in which Jesus Christ once offered the covenant of his blood, it certainly sickened the Knight of the Surcoat, who had once so fervently defended the Christian world. And now this far eastern city was ablaze and distraught, a battlefield for phantoms pulled back unto the world by black mud and foul curses. He didn't care so much for the tragedy of a life cut short; many a youth had been vanquished in pursuit of glory and recognition. The valor of this 'Waver' could be respected, but, well, a death on the battlefield was a death.

The brash knight folded his arms, before asking, rather insolently, [b]"So what's the plan? Will the world be saved if we simply took the head of the Conqueror King? Or are there blacker machinations at hand here, Zhuge?"[/b]

There was a pause, a furrowing of the brow.

[b]"[i]Do[/i] I refer to you as Zhuge? Or as Liang?"[/b]