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[ninefox]

[He has a moment of pure, blinding anger. And then, when it burns out, a drafty inrushing of relief.]

I appreciate that you're trying to help. I really do.

So please believe I'm being sincere when I say, from the bottom of my withered old heart:

Fuck off.

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[packhounds]

[He switches back to text to hide his amusement.]

You really shouldn't.

[He hopes that Jedao remembers enough of how things work to not appreciate help, perhaps especially not genuine help.]

By the way, if I'm eaten by shadows I've nominated you as the next hexarch. My desire to help is unquenchable.

[And that way, if Jedao ever does save him, it can carefully not be at all about them. Mikodez prefers it that way.]

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[ninefox]

Fuck off.

And you don't get to nominate anyone. Your Zehun does.

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[packhounds]

No, they just have a list of who to replace me with if they decide assassination is the best option.

Or I hope they do, anyway, otherwise I'd need to look for a new personal assistant.

[He would have a list.]

Remember to look after you health.

[Which is, in fact, his way of cheerfully fucking off.]