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>”Uh, okay!”
“Little Iska.”
“I’m Photina!”
“And I’m Sydney.”
“Iskandar, defending man. Photina, light. Sydney, from Sidon.”
“You may call me Suha, and my compatriot goes by Kaveh.”
“Suha, forgotten or overlooked. Kaveh, blacksmith figure of mythology.”
“That accent, are you from one of the barbarian tribes?”
“In my time your people were the vagrant tribes, clinging to the light of our civilization. It seems time has turned the tables, but I will not tolerate such an accusation again.”
>”You… wouldn’t happen to know anything about a Juno of Edessa would you?”
“Edessa, former capital city. Juno, divine figure of mythology.”
“I first lived a long time ago, little Iska. If you believe that anyone I knew then is still alive now, it would be quite a feat on their part.”
“Interjection; you are alive, and you knew yourself back then.”
“Don’t mind Kaveh.”
>“So would you like to work together?”
“Doubtful. I have a history of being... what was the terms you used, Kaveh?”
“Backstabbed, thrown under a bus, betrayed, hung out to dry-”
“Those. I’ve grown tired of it.”
“Trust issues.”
“-ahem-, Kaveh, we agreed to discuss this later.”
“Interjection; right now is a later relative to our first discussion.”
“Later-er, Kaveh.”
“You seem to be doing well enough now though.”
“Suffice to say, they believed me to be weaker than I truly am. I repaid their kindness seven-fold each time, as the ruins of our conflicts will testify.”
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