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[color=ed1c24]"It doesn't matter if she gets away or not."[/color] Reaper would chuckle darkly. [color=ed1c24]"Stand Command will hear of an entire squad of their goons gunned down in a cafe."[/color] The stand turned to where the ballerina had fled to, chest still heaving with exertion. [color=ed1c24]"What was it you were talking about back then? With the pompus cienias dupek and his orders? Bludhund Protocol? I think this stunt has just gotten you a little more than just that."[/color]

"You remember what I was doing? Even when you weren't summoned?" Till looked at his stand warily, although one eye was still on the multiple people holding guns out at him.

[color=ed1c24]"Let's be honest. You were [i]my[/i] suka whilst they had your mind fucked. Not the other way around."[/color] He would grin wickedly and lean back, hovering slightly in the air.

"... As much as a psychopath as Reaper is, he doesn't lie to me. You can shoot me later, but for now I think you might want to listen to what he has to tell us about what's coming." Till would unsummon his stand at last, holding his hands out towards the rest of his once-attackers. "My name is Till Lindemann. I'm a German-Pole, I was the son of a butcher but I was a student of history at Jagiellonian University until the war broke out. After the Germans invaded I was put in a ghetto and then taken to a work camp. I don't remember how I got here, why I'm fighting you or what Reaper is talking about but I trust my own stand, and you can see him so you're the best shot [b]I[/b] have at getting answers as well."