[Chores. They were both doing chores. It hit him, as Archer spoke. Archer just looked upon doing his with disdain. That was the only difference, really. Tedious things that needed to be done. Orders to be obeyed. And Kirei did, the way he always did. And Archer took to orders like bitter tea. Disgust evident, and rising, and building.
In that moment, just for a flash, Kirei almost swore he saw the future. In vague shapes and vague patterns, but clear and distinct. Tokiomi would keep giving orders. Archer would keep disliking them. Until he couldn't take it anymore. Until the last line had been crossed. And there would be no going back.
Kirei lets Archer's voice wash over him, and keeps what he knows of the line to himself.]
I doubt the community would take your notes. It seems most of the others found themselves overrun.
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In that moment, just for a flash, Kirei almost swore he saw the future. In vague shapes and vague patterns, but clear and distinct. Tokiomi would keep giving orders. Archer would keep disliking them. Until he couldn't take it anymore. Until the last line had been crossed. And there would be no going back.
Kirei lets Archer's voice wash over him, and keeps what he knows of the line to himself.]
I doubt the community would take your notes. It seems most of the others found themselves overrun.