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Frontier Town Traveller's Haus - Lobby

“Forgive what I’m about to say, but hmmm…” Lyra took a deep breath, braced herself for what might be a sharp yell, and then… she unleashed her accusation as an hissed whisper and a pointed stare, her ears flat against her back. “What the actual heck?!”

She stomped her foot and snorted, feeling the building tension evaporating from her body, then sat back down, her nose wiggling as shame crossed her face. “Sorry. That… that was uncalled for,” she murmured meekly, rubbing her forepaws together, then sighed somberly.
Andre chuckled hollowly. "That's nothing. Laura slapped me when she found out."

“But… I just don’t get it. To hold so much anger and hatred into yourself, and deciding to relieve it by lashing out at others, it’s… that’s not healthy.” A deep sadness etched itself in her expression, her highly empathetic heart aching. “You… realize that in your quest of hunting evil men, you’ve become a worse and more dangerous version of them, dontcha? And if there’re other people who are equally disgusted with evil men, then it’d be only fair for them to apply your logic and be disgusted with you?”
Andre sighed. "Yeah... Laura pointed that out, too. I think my response was that I knew this was the case, but it didn't matter. That I was in the right, and thus another vigilante trying to stop me would have been in the wrong, because I was just and my victims were evil. I've since come to realize that I should have never thought I had the right to decide who lives and who dies. Maybe someone else has that right, but not me. because I..."

He bit his lip, but decided to share anyway.

"The thing that convinced me that I was in the wrong was something I remembered from back home. You see, someone over there has put a kind of spell on me that makes me unable to tell lies. And under this spell, I tried to tell him that I derived no pleasure from my murders. I wasn't able to. And I realized that I'd been lying to myself all this time about this being purely a venture of justice. No. I... was a sadist." He paused. "Do you know what that is?"
 
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