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[paperpusher]

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[nerine]

It's a good idea.

[As for her limits though, that's tricky especially considering the following events where she let the limiter off so to speak.]

I was never a combatant type-- shocking, I know -- but I am considered a danger where I'm from because no one knows what it is I have.

[That's according to Iona anyway. The witch, in a moment of seriousness, had let Monts know that anything of unknown and unearthly origins was extremely scrutinized by the higher magical forces. If nothing else, Monts was unofficially protected by working at the Midnight Grind where Iona and Oren could keep tabs on her.]

It's dumb to not want to be helped, but I don't know anyone that could help me. No one I'm comfortable with yet anyway.

That said, I appreciate that you're chatting about this with me.

Gracias.

[paperpusher]

Haha, I don't think it's that unusual to be hesitant about it. It's a big thing to be wrestling with. [And seriously, what sort of hypocrite would he be to encourage someone to confide their vulnerabilities in near-strangers?] Just that maybe you're less of a danger here than you might be used to, given everyone (and everything) else.

Though I was also never a combatant type, so even if I did meet your comfort level I wouldn't be able to do anything about it. Shocking, I know.

[nerine]

Yes, let us not forget that it was I, a non-combatant, that tossed you onto a roof.

[paperpusher]

You weren't even the first person to throw me here, did you know that? I was "yeeted" into the ocean for no real reason other than because I could be. At least I asked you.

[nerine]

Oh no.

This isn't going to be a thing for you is it? I hope not...

[paperpusher]

If it is, I know who to blame! You're the one who made it a habit, after all.