Written;

[madeofswords]

[Though it's written, Archer's words look as if they're coming straight off of a type-writer. He isn't technically writing so much as emblazoning words onto the page with his projection. It's a fair attempt on his part to remain anonymous as well as only writing this when he's deep in Muertos' woods.]

Has your baptism into this world of violence gone well?

If you know what's good for you and for everyone else in the world, drop those shards in the sea or bury them in the Earth. Trap them under rock or lock them away where you'll never reach them again.

The risk of having a psychopath with world domination on their mind getting their hands on a wish machine like that isn't worth the risk. Your lives aren't worth it--not one of them. Consider this as a serious request: save the world by sacrificing yourselves.

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written;

[hoodwinking]

A noble request. Sadly though, I don't really give a damn what happens to this world. It's not worth my life.

written;

[madeofswords]

Honesty is a virtue. I'll allow you that.

written;

[hoodwinking]

On these scary unfamiliar seas, that's all I need. Not the weight of the useless.

written;

[madeofswords]

Very well.

Whoever you are, you've at least thought it through.

written;

[hoodwinking]

I have to say, I'm surprised!

I hadn't thought I'd find someone who would keep himself in an unfamiliar world just so no one would take it over. Do you think that's the heroic thing to do?

written;

[madeofswords]

Heroism is something I've grown out of.

I'm not bound to make the same mistake.

written;

[hoodwinking]

Of course, it was a mistake to begin with to believe that there isn't anyone here selfish enough to keep looking. Everyone has at least once wish left in their heart.