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[peccatore]

WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, MARCO. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 868.32.455.97 *** marco has joined 868.32.455.97 <marco> Hi, this is Marco! (Though you probably already knew that ;D) <marco> How can I help you today?

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[peccatore]

[... Maybe he would have seen this coming, if he weren't so wrapped up in managing his own feelings on the matter.

He looks at Fiddleford. RSDOS is still there, but he's pushed it to the background of his mind the best he can.]

... Which part? I mean... Which part do you... want to look into?

[He doesn't seem mad, or even scared. Only hesitant.]

[terribibble]

[Hhhhh. Okay. Marco seems to be taking this alright. That's... that's good.]

I... I don't know. The bits about helpin' each other out and keepin' an eye out for violence where there doesn't need to be any. Lord knows there's plenty of that. I'd like to be part of cuttin' down on it.

And bein' real honest with you I'm past the point of thinkin' what god a person follows is any indication of their character.

[peccatore]

I think you have a point.

[He means that in regards to basically everything Fiddleford just said, but he goes silent again before he can clarify, distracted by a message Lucas sends him. Lucas worries him... but even then, he isn't sure how much of it is legitimate and how much it's all in his head.

Marco pinches the bridge of his nose. His head is starting to hurt.]

I-I'm not going to stop you, if that's what you're worried about. I trust you.

[That's something he can cling to. He trusts Fiddleford.]