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Harlock: *steps out, slowly from the mech. My face is pale and looks drained of emotion*
... I got nothing left... whats another bad deal?
*takes your finger*
We’ll do our best to make it right.
*The light spirals down each of our arms before fading away*
That’s a trick my alternate self learned in her travels. A form of binding contract, as a gesture of good faith from me.