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Three days before the attack, the Royal Palace

"Ooh, funny." Eos replied with a similarly disinterested drawl. He stared at the half-melted ice-cream on the table for a heartbeat or two before realizing that he should say something funny. "If I was going to bribe you, I wouldn't use money. My body... Blast, how did the rest of that go?" Eos waved a hand impatiently and frowned before offering Loki a half-hearted grin. "The joke would have just ended with something along the lines of 'Negotiating in the sheets'. Not my best, I know, but I'm not here to poke fun at you. For once."

There was a long silence after that in which Eos stared at Loki from across the table, his eyes shifting from her to somewhere outside of the window. The assassin rested his chin in his hand and tapped the table in a repetitive motion with the other. It was obvious that he was contemplating how best to say what he had to say, choosing his words carefully as though they weighed on his mind much more heavily than he let on. Returning his gaze to Loki, Eos finally found the right words. Only two. "I'm out."

Serious as a heart attack, Eos looked the princess directly in the eye as he spoke. It was a matter he had been mulling over for a long while now, and he still was not one-hundred percent sure that this was what he wanted. Eos sighed and returned to staring out of the window. "I don't feel like wasting your time with a bunch of whiny bullshit, so I'll skip the sentimental parts and get right to it. This is the first time in years--my whole life, actually, that I have felt normal. As in, friends, a bit of peace and relative safety since most people go around me to get to you." Eos raised his head, looked back to Loki and shrugged.

"If I stay in..." he waved his hand in a circle in an attempt to find the right word, "This, there's a real chance that I'll die. To be honest, I don't believe you're going to win this. You're going up against the world with little more than an old killer, a depleted guild, a circus freak, a healer that has no place in a battlefield and a gaggle of blacksmiths." Eos seemed to sit straighter and his eyes darkened slightly, "One of the first things I was taught was that heroes do exist, but they don't live happily ever after. Tell me this: If you do succeed in your plan, who's to say that this will stop? If the villain of this story has such a powerful grip on Gilgamesh, his followers and nearly every mage in the city, what makes you think that this will end? I'm sure you've seen fanaticism before...

"Charisma's a powerful thing. Faith is too. On the off chance that you do win, this isn't going to stop. Mages will riot. The remnants of your enemy will still accost you in the dead of night." Eos scowled, "Amon isn't a spring chicken, and he won't be around to watch you as you sleep much longer," he neglected to state that particular duty was his on many nights, "You cannot protect Pandora forever. You can't just hole yourself up somewhere as the world burns, but you cannot make sweeping changes. I've read a lot of books since rejoining the Guild... Civilizations fall because of situations like this. If I take your side, I'm going to die. Plain and simple.

"Don't get me wrong, I have no intention of aiding the enemy, but... I do want to come out of this in one piece. Come out on neutral terms with the winning side and enjoy the rest of my life." Eos grew quiet, rubbing the smooth wood of the table with his forefinger. As if just remembering it was there, the assassin opened his hand and stared at the obsidian disk inked onto his palm. Only just barely audible, he continued. "Do you ever think of having kids? A future...? I want that. I really do."

Without so much as another glance, Eos picked up his case and made his way towards the exit. On the table was the cheap, shoddily made bronze sunburst pendant.