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Why is there a chick in my kitchen?

On the counter.

In a tea towel.

I'm not cooking it and I'm sure as hell not cleaning up its crap, so someone better come claim it or I'm letting it loose.

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[Not really seeing how that's any different from following orders...]

Really not that much different from my old job, except the "living" part of "living hell."

[Because you don't get kicked out of the crew, just nagged, or creatively bothered.]

I promise we'll never ask you to do anything other than protect Roxas, Kairi, and the others.

[Since you know, Lea mentioned "dirty work" before and all.]

Hey, you ask what you need to ask and I'll do what I think needs to be done. That's how it's supposed to work, right?

[He's always worked off his own agenda, anyway, even when it wasn't exactly the safest life decision.]

Good enough.

Enough? Isn't that what you just told me to do?

[There's a small pause, as Marco tries to figure out how to word everything.]

Do you really think I'll stop with asking just what's important? [Meaning don't be surprised if he one day tells you to paint the ship yellow with pink polka dots. Maybe it's important, and maybe it's a prank.]

But you're nakama, I trust you to figure it out. And if you don't, then the consequences will speak for themselves, eh.

It was easier when I just got orders.

[Now it sounds like the exact same system, only he won't know what's coming if he doesn't do what he's asked. Not exactly an improvement.]

Of course it was.

But if you only go through life the easy way, you won't get to enjoy it.

Going through life the easy way woulda meant not getting wrapped up in any of this mess. You can't blame a guy for wanting some idea of what he's getting himself into.

I repeat.

Ask, and we'll tell you.

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