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[observingfate]

"This is Huey Laforet. Leave a message."

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[inhumanity]

[There's the inescapable rise in tension as Huey inspects his performance, and relief when Huey seems content—both emotions held behind that smile.]

I would have failed my heart, my soul, even my whole world and Nature herself if I failed in my vocation. [He can never forget what Huey did to Adelle.] Thank you for this opportunity to fulfil my calling.

[observingfate]

Hm.

[After he sets the organs aside, he pauses in thought as if he's contemplating something. Surely, it's important. Another mission, perhaps? Chris would find out soon enough as Huey began to speak once more.]

Oh, that's right. I did promise a gift, didn't I?

[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.