"So is there a reason you're own people are trying to kill you?" I was ducked down behind the bar, the wood was old and rotted and I doubt it would stop one bullet, the dead tavern keeper next to me kind of confirmed that belief. Mordere for his part was out in the open casually leaning against the bar reloading the god hand.
"I could tell you, but it would be a waste of time, you will just acknowledge you heard me, make some pithy comment about how this is just like whatever and then neither one of us will get anything out of it." Have I mentioned Mordere talks weird? I don't mean like in a funny voice or something, I mean completely devoid of emotion to the point of oddity. Like reading that it sounds like he was being sarcastic, but he really wasn't, there is zero emotion to anything he ever says, I swear he never learned to emote.
"True, but how do you know all that."
"Because I read your file the Followers have on you, its exhaustive, I'd recommend you burn it, but doing so would be sacrilege and I'd kill you." Mordere is also like that, offering you insight and then telling you if you act on it, he'll eliminate you without a second thought.
"MORDERE!" Green eyes had apparently gotten tired of waiting for us to talk things out.
"Does he always shout like that?"
"When he's trying to get me to say something back so he can shoot me from the outside? Yes."
"How many do you think are out there."
"No more than twelve, I doubt he could get any other sins to follow his crusade, but I'm up to being surprised."
"I'VE GOT HIM AT GUNPOINT COME ON IN!" I shouted and Mordere looked at me with well nothing THE GUY HAS NO EMOTIONS.
"I'm to assume this is a plan."
"Yes its a brilliant plan."
"Yeah that's what worries me." He didn't look worried, but then again he didn't know my plan!
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