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- Not trusting myself to speak, I reached out to my swarm. "Butcher - or Quarrel, anyways - had an allergy to bee stings."
- I stopped to let that sink in, and heard a low, moaned "oh god, no." from behind me. Brian. A small, distracted part of me couldn't help but feel happy, that he had felt so strongly as to let that slip.
- "For now, I am in control. The plan will proceed as previously discussed. We make our way to the Harbor, Cherish makes the Butcher commit suicide, and the Undersiders and the Ambassadors go home."
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