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i don't know
just wanted to hear it

[clayking]

That I'd slit a few thousand mortals' throats for you till I found a way to gain you back?

You would not be like losing anyone else to me, John.

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yeah?

[clayking]

Yes.

I have bound myself to you in a way that I have only ever felt such as with my former wife. My grief would ruin this city.

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just to me?

[clayking]

I might have cared and loved for Nate, for Magnus.

But it's never been the same as it was for you. Is for you. Grief for them happened and hurt.

But I did not melt the city down.

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guess you got it bad then

[clayking]

You do inspire quite the situation in me.

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good
i like that i do

[clayking]

Well, you've never failed to light a fire in me. John.
Dare I ask why this question?

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just wondering
people leave all the time after all

[clayking]

They do.
They also never seem to stop arriving as well.

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sort of sucks the whole
growing old together thing doesn't work
since you never grow old
but i do
and then i'll die one day
but you won't

[clayking]

You could always give me your soul. Many witches in my own world made deals such as that with Morningstar to gain prolonged life.
Though- I do not know if such a thing is possible here.
But magic does always...have a certain way around such things as growing old.

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a lot of stuff isn't possible here

[clayking]

True enough.
Perhaps we shouldn't dwell on that possible future, John.

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yeah
guess not

[clayking]

You know that even if you did grow old, I would stay.

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and be there by my side
when i take my last breath?

[clayking]

Of course.
Mortal or not, you are mine.
I would not leave you.

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kind of sappy

[clayking]

Rather I said something utterly sinful?

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like what?
fucking my crusty old body to death?

[clayking]

It would be quite a way to go.
All right, all right.
I do mean it though- the staying with you, thing.

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until this place spits you out again at least