"You don't trust the First National Bank of Mattress?" Jacob asks with a quirk of his lips and the upwards arch of one brow. "If you want to, I guess it's no problem. I don't like this... plastic money. So as long as I have some on hand." A shrug, "Should be fine."
He needs all of them, he's not putting any back Anduin.
There's a sigh. "This isn't the way I'm used to doing it. Doing anything like that en masse, it's dangerous. People die. Especially if they're people not used to doing something like that." At least, that's what he's always been taught to think. That's why Assassins do things alone. They are trained for it, they expect to die in the course of their duty.
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He needs all of them, he's not putting any back Anduin.
There's a sigh. "This isn't the way I'm used to doing it. Doing anything like that en masse, it's dangerous. People die. Especially if they're people not used to doing something like that." At least, that's what he's always been taught to think. That's why Assassins do things alone. They are trained for it, they expect to die in the course of their duty.
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Light knew that was the last thing anyone needed.
"But you and I are not the only ones here capable of fighting back. None of us need to stand alone."