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[observingfate]

"This is Huey Laforet. Leave a message."

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[inhumanity]

I recall that. [He looks up to meet Huey's eyes, but the surrender in his happiness shows his subservience as much as his bow did, if not more.] I have no thought of what charism you could have in mind greater than the gift of serving you.

[Huey long ago broke Christopher out of the habit of trying to guess at such an unusual change of pace.]

[observingfate]

Of course. But you can settle for one that isn't as great, yes? Tell me, what's one wish that I could grant you?

[inhumanity]

[He looks at Huey with openly confused curiosity.] You're offering me a wish, Master Huey?

[Peace.

Freedom.

Happiness.

Stop doing this, let me go, don't hurt me.]

[observingfate]

Yes.

[Huey, however, looks quite certain of himself.]

[inhumanity]

[Christopher does take a moment to think, but not too deeply. It barely takes him any time to answer.]

I lost my pistol guns a while ago, and I haven't been able to replace them. I'd wish to have something like those again, if you wouldn't mind giving a pair to me.

[observingfate]

[He pauses and pulls out a pen and a book. He starts scribbling down a note.]

Noted. Next time you arrive, they will be done.