You found her. You know where she is. You found her. You know where she is.

See how interesting things just got?

There it is.

There it is.

The realization that you've said too much.

You're wondering if you could get that silver letter opener into my heart before I could reach that sword on the wall.

You probably could. But you'd never find the Queen.

Besides, I've known your secret this whole time and haven't uttered a word to anyone.

I'm supposed to just trust that you've kept it yourself. No, you don't have to.

But you might ask yourself if killing me would really save you if I haven't.

How much does Vaducia know?

If you knew as half as well as you seem to, then you would know that I'm the wrong person to ask.

Jesus, who's calling?

I don't know. But they can call back.

You can relax Darcy.

If I wanted to fight, I'd already be fighting.

I'm here to have a conversation.

About?

About what we want.

We want the same thing, do we? I don't know. That's why a conversation was necessary.

Go ahead answer it.

Answer it.

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