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“I can’t tell from your tone if you’re unhappy about that or not.”
“I can’t tell from your tone if you’re unhappy about that or not.”
Caspian shrugged. "I mean, I guess a bit of both. It's good that no one would have to mourn or anything, but still… bit sad, isn't it? Like, no matter what I do, it doesn't really matter much in the end since no one even cares if I live or die."
Kala felt her heart go out to the mercenary, and almost went to pat his arm, then remembered what had happened before. Stupid Kala, she thought.
“It doesn’t matter that much, though… it could be worse. So, uh, how are things in the castle?”
“Boring,” she sighed. “Lord Dikon is being an ass, and is way too loyal to my mysteriously dead husband.”
“Mm… which noble did I shoot, by the way? I wasn’t asked to kill a certain one, just whichever. I think my boss is hoping for chaos…”
Kala laughed. “If you wanted chaos, you should have chosen another noble. You shot Lady Kinn, Who is fat and lazy, and very old. No one missed her, and she has a lot of enemies.”
“Damn… well, I suppose I get paid either way. He might just make me come back. Sorry about that, by the way.”
She shrugged. “It was nice. Feel free to kill anyone here any time.”
Caspian laughed weakly. “Other than you, of course. No one’s perfect, ya know, but I don’t think you deserve to die.”
“Of course I do. More than most,” She said darkly.
“Well, I’m sure that’s not true… I mean, I’m a mercenary and I didn’t want to kill you. Surely that counts for something.”
Kalama laughed, the sound light and cheerful, very different from her tone before. “It’s not you. It’s the thing I did when I was younger.”
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