[How very protective. It's laughable. What a good, good heart. Even like this, in his addled state, Sampo doesn't hate Siffrin. Not at all. He understands why they're reacting like this. But still, the customer is king.]
[And to betray the king, you gotta make it worth his while. Some sadness over a dismembered body? It isn't going to do it.]
[The scissor-like cuts move to him, but he's buffeting them with his own, produced by twirls of his knives as he shifts the course of them around and to the side.]
You could just take that and go. I won't stop ya!
[He says. He lies, as silver-tongued as anything, even as he throws one of the knives like a boomerang to try to strike at the hand holding the dagger.]
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[And to betray the king, you gotta make it worth his while. Some sadness over a dismembered body? It isn't going to do it.]
[The scissor-like cuts move to him, but he's buffeting them with his own, produced by twirls of his knives as he shifts the course of them around and to the side.]
You could just take that and go. I won't stop ya!
[He says. He lies, as silver-tongued as anything, even as he throws one of the knives like a boomerang to try to strike at the hand holding the dagger.]