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[Nick.]

And she just happened to decide that trying to massacre the populace wasn't worth it?

[There is abject confusion, there, mixed with something not dissimilar to awe. Nate never pegged Nick for the overtly persuasive type, but the guy does have a simple and pragmatic - humanist - way about him.]

What did you tell her?

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[Nick isn't about to deny the fact that he was pretty sure he might end up in pieces; he's not about to cop to it, either.]

That she was wasting her time, for one. That she wasn't the first person to try this. That Sharon da Silva left more of an impression.

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Oh, okay, so you have a death wish.

[Nate responds lightly, as if he should have known better than to ask - never mind the fact that the statement is hypocritical. For someone who probably wasn't built to have balls, Nick's sure are huge.]

So she sucked all her monsters back into the void and went home?

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[That gets a dry chuckle from Nick. He doesn't get to talk anymore, Nate.]

She went home, but not before the Guard made short work of her crew. That might've had something to do with why she left.

[Like he tried telling her, she was wasting her time and energy.]

... Though if she'd known one of the gods was gonna rein in her powers, she might have done otherwise.

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Good thing she didn't know, then, huh?

[Nate might sound suspiciously flippant about this, but it isn't by design. He knows very well that if she finds out who happened to be the impetus to her magical impotence, the likelihood of his evisceration is kind of inevitable.

Having nearly bled out before he's not exactly keen on experiencing the sensation again any time soon.]

...but, uh. If you could never let our local lady of demons know it was me, that'd be- great. Thanks.