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"I don't want anyone to die," he said slowly, frowning.
Fleur looked upset. "Ferris, be careful."
"Which makes sense as to why I should go. You have my plans that you can look it."
She frowned. "What? Ferris, no."
"Why shouldn't I go, then? I'm the one who started it. I'd make sure to finish it."
Fleur looked extremely uncertain, but squeezed his hand and nodded. "..Okay." She turned to Alyssa, seeming upset.
"I don't want to argue either," he said, "but.. You've got to see where I'm coming from on this, right?"
She frowned, looking ahead.
Fleur looked around, seeming a bit nervous.
He frowned. "I'm sorry."
Fleur looked up with a frown, standing up.
He looked, looking a little anxious. "Ophelia.."
"It's cheap tactics," she decided.
Abel was in the kitchen, his brows furrowed.
Fleur glared at him. "That's inciting bias!"
(Zoop?)
She shook her head. "Face. Value."
He watched her go, hesitating at his actions.
She huffed. "Well I'm taking it at face value."
"This is my house," he told her with a frown. "I'd have nowhere else to go anyways."
