"Most of the harm in the world is done by good people, and not by accident, lapse, or omission. It is their deliberate actions, guided by their high ideals."

- Isabel Paterson

Percy struggled to chew the entire bite he'd taken from the club sandwich he was holding. Setting it down, he quickly grabbed a napkin and cleaned his hands of the grease, losing himself in the familiar meal. It was one of the luxuries he'd had growing up, and when it was made well one of the few meals he'd argue compared to his mom's cooking.

"Enjoying yourself?" Qrow asked, a bit of bemusement leaking into his voice.

Holding back a quick cough of surprise, Percy held a napkin in front of his mouth to dish out a quick reply.

"Sorry, I'm not used to good food at the places you frequent."

"Hey!" Qrow objected, "Take it back! Greasy Mike's has some damn good fries and beer."

Percy found his grin was matched by Qrow's, and they shared a quick laugh at the exchange.

"Seriously though, you looked like you were in heaven with that thing. I swear I've never seen you that happy."

Percy shrugged. "It's good food. I've uh… gotten used to it, being in Vale as much as I have been."

It felt somehow worse to lie to Qrow now that there were people who knew the truth. Before he'd viewed it as adopting another past and personality, considering not doing so was unexplainable. But now it was just lying. With understandable motives maybe, but lying all the same.

"Speaking of Vale." Qrow segued, "You've gotten Ozpin pretty pissed at you lately. Knowing Oz I feel like it had to be more than just the SDC incident."

Percy pulled a bitter face. He wasn't a huge fan of talking about anything work related when he and Qrow hung out — it reminded him too easily that Qrow worked for Ozpin, and anything he said might make its way back to the old man.

But, well, it's not like Ozpin needed more dirt on him, if he wanted to use it. Percy really needed to find a way to settle the score sometime.

"It's the same situation, but I disagreed with the council on some things. He was upset that I wanted to speak to them myself."

A half-truth. As far as Percy knew for certain that's all that Ozpin was mad at him about, but given it had been a couple weeks since he'd spoken to the man in private it wasn't unlikely that he was also upset about Percy's little stunt in Argus.

Qrow, sensing he was digging up a bit of a deeper subject there, waved it off. "Well, none of my business. I don't mess with that politics stuff. He has other people for that, I stick to the Grimm and criminals."

Criminals by whose definition Percy wanted to ask, but he held his tongue.

It might seem like an almost absurd argument but what had Mistral proven, if not that organized crime on a large scale was indistinguishable from a government? Or rather, governments were indistinguishable from large scale organized crime. Rackets, laundering, extortion, smuggling, Hades even creating lien. Percy had taken over Windpath and more soon after, and had only been surprised to find out how little he needed to change to stop functioning as a crime family and start functioning as a government. The only difference is that in Vale the government was stronger than the criminal underworld, so they set the rules.

But he said none of that to Qrow. Percy had a feeling that he wouldn't engage with a conversation like that very well.

"You sure? Politics are pretty interesting." he quipped instead.

Qrow snorted. "Yeah, I'd rather have a swarm of grimm on my hands than a potential invasion. Sorry about that by the way, Jimmy can be rather… cold, but I didn't expect that."

"Hey, you didn't have anything to do with it, right?" Percy waved it off, eager to move onto a different subject. It would've felt uncomfortable talking to Qrow about an actual invasion, much less one he'd staged. "And trust me, I'm right there with ya. Once this whole mess is sorted out I should have a bit of freetime, if you want to show me some good places to train killing grimm in Vale." he offered, stuffing another gargantuan bite of sandwich into his mouth.

Qrow chuckled, tipping back his drink "I haven't 'trained' killing grimm in years, kiddo. Any time I have to work, I spend working. Oz usually has a job for me, and when he doesn't I help out around Signal. Sorry, but it's a no-go for me. Speaking of Signal, though, you could always take that girl of yours, Pyrrha."

Percy chuckled slowly, struggling in the back of his mind to recall what that reminded him of. "The places I tend to go when I do want to train, it wouldn't be a good idea to take a kid. If I'm in Vale I'll go to the Grimm Mountains, but if I have the time I like to camp out on the coast of the Grimlands for a bit. You'd only not slow me down because I might still be able to pull a trick or two from that old skull of yours."

That looked like it surprised Qrow. "You train where now? You've gone to the Grimlands? Voluntarily? Multiple times?"

Percy scratched his chin, sipping his drink. It was as close as he could find to Mountain Dew — sugary enough to be downright revolting after a while without it, but a treat every now and then that had its own appeal.

It wasn't like nobody had been to the Grimlands before. Well maybe not very deep into the Grimlands, but on the coast? It wasn't the rarest experience in the world. It's not like nobody had survived either. Sure the occasional shipwreck would land there and get torn to pieces, but that was about as likely as anywhere else unpopulated on Remnant. You could avoid the grimm for a matter of hours if you stayed calm, but a group of potentially dozens of unarmed and scared crew members trapped shoreside for days did not have good odds.

Other than that some archaeologists and eccentric millionaires with a huntsman escort had been there, and most had even survived. But otherwise… not many people went to the Grimlands voluntarily. It's not like there was a population there for huntsmen to help by thinning out the grimm herds, and other than the coast which looked like just about any other beach the continent as a whole was not very pleasant to spend time on. Percy had been a bit inland — as far as he could safely go — and it reminded him of a cheap imitation of Tartarus. Considering what he knew about the gods of this world, it wasn't unlikely that that was the case.

"I need to challenge myself to get any real results, right?" Percy pointed out. "Whole hit the tree routine hasn't really helped in a while. Either I sit around until enough Grimm find me to make me tired, or I find the biggest, baddest grimm I can and kill it, and then move to the next one. Both are far quicker in the Grimlands."

Qrow just shook his head with an exasperated sigh and motioned to one of the servers for another drink. "Only you, Percy. Only you. You should try putting those skills to good use every now and then. Go thin out grimm migrations in your area, or reclaim a settlement. Oum knows we could use more huntsmen."

Percy shrugged. "That's fair, and if I know a settlement is in some danger that we can't deal with I'll help, but otherwise… it feels a bit like I'm wasting time. Like I'm stagnating if I'm not pushing myself further and further every day."

Qrow wore a bitter look, "Trust me kid, you live like that you'll wake up one day and realize that you didn't enjoy the good in your life while it was there."

Percy sympathized, but if Qrow was expecting any pity from him then he'd be disappointed. "And it's not until you've lost even more that you realize that you haven't lost everything good in your life, just some of it." he shot back.

"I don't think I've lost everything good in my life." Qrow refuted quietly. "It's just that now that I've learned to enjoy it, I'm reminded of what it is I actually lost. Not just what was taken from me, but what I refused to have because it got in the way of being the best. No, more than that, being better. And I refused happiness right up until it was taken from me. And all my countless hours refining my skill and training my body meant jack."

Percy wanted to steer the conversation away from yet another landmine of a topic, but his curiosity forced his impulse.

"Ruby and Yang. They look nothing alike. Their mother…"

"No." Qrow stopped him before he could finish his sentence. "No, Taiyang's their father. Both of them. Different mothers. All four of us were on a team, back at Beacon. Yang's mother is my sister, but there was a… disagreement, and she left us as soon as Yang was born. It sucked, but after a couple weeks I was more angry than hurt. A few years later, I arrived seconds too late to save Ruby's mom."

Percy grimaced. He'd had his own fair share of tragedy, but that didn't make Qrow's story any less of one. He didn't speak for a while, his experience on the other side of these kinds of interactions only giving him the insight to know how little his condolences would mean. It didn't help him know what to say.

Qrow, it seemed, was about as bad at these things as he was. Noticing the sudden silence, he sat up straighter and gripped the handle of his refreshed mug of beer.

"But hey, nothing changes that now. I've still got Tai and Ruby and Yang, and now I've got a cool friend who pays for my drinks."

"Who said I was paying for your drinks?" Percy asked, feigning offense.

"You're rich and I just told a sad story, which means you pay." Qrow shot him a grin. It was only diminished by how acutely aware Percy was of the desperation they both held to stay far away from the previous topic as possible.

Rolling his eyes, Percy relented. "Whatever, you can drink your pisswater on me. Anyway, how's Pyr? I've been busy with business the last few weeks, and I've been meaning to check in on her."

Qrow gave a short celebration at the news that he'd be drinking for free today, before quickly sobering.

"She's doing alright, all things considered. I haven't had the chance to be around too often either, but last I saw Yang had been dragging the kid to spar daily since she won that tournament. Speaking of which, your kid's been pretty bummed out since then. I heard you had to leave the second the match was over, what happened?"

Percy cursed, resisting the urge to leap out of his chair. It was like he'd just remembered something that had been on the tip of his tongue all day. "Shiro brought me to talk to some people just as we were heading to dinner. To be fair to Shiro it really was urgent, but one thing led to another and I was busy for the rest of the night. I completely forgot!"

Now he actually did stand, rifling through his pocket and throwing some lien on the table. The two tablets would more than cover the meal, but the wasted cash was the last thing on his mind at the moment.

"Woah woah woah," Qrow stood from his chair between Percy and the door, throwing his palms out. "Where do you think you're going?"

Percy shot him a deadpan look. "I promised her I'd make it up to her. That was weeks ago. I've been pretty busy since then but I definitely could've taken her out to eat or something. I need to go get her and-"

"Dude," Qrow held a hand out in front of Percy's chest, stopping him for a moment. "It's twelve o'clock on a Monday, Signal doesn't get out for like four hours."

Percy stared back blankly.

"Look man, I get you're sorry and you want to make it up to her as soon as possible, but interrupting her in the middle of class isn't the way to do it. I can't believe I'm saying this but spending time at school — combat school especially — is important, if not for the actual education itself then for the bonds you form with your classmates. Besides, her old home was just invaded and, as far as she's aware, is at risk of becoming the frontline of Remnant's first real war in a century. You showing up in the middle of class with a sense of urgency to go speak to her in private and not coming back won't look good, to her or anyone else. Uprooting her life right now so that you can fulfill your promise to her would just be selfish."

Percy let loose a quiet string of curses. He'd almost- no, he had forgotten about that. As briefly as it had been in the grand scheme of things, Argus had been Pyrrha's home. She had friends and memories there. Memories which had been blown up on international television. And even though she didn't know it, they were memories which had been blown up by him.

Percy sat back down at the table heavily, glancing at the clock on the far wall for a long moment. He would be at Signal by the time classes were over.

"I've really fucked up, haven't I?" He asked rhetorically, tearing his gaze from the clock and rubbing his forehead.

Qrow sat himself, if a fair bit calmer than Percy had. "By forgetting your promise? Yeah, a bit. By not being able to have the foresight to be at Argus and protect it single handedly? No. Assuming you haven't texted her since you stood her up for dinner or her home turned into a warzone… yeah, you kinda fucked up. But she looks up to you Percy, it'll take a lot more than forgetting to call to ruin that."

Percy didn't respond. He hadn't failed to protect Argus — he'd as good as attacked the city himself. That wasn't unconscionable — nobody had died, and a precious few had been hurt. Pyhrra herself was unharmed. What was unconscionable, or felt like it, was looking someone he loved like a little sister in the eye and telling her that he'd be doing everything he could to protect Argus. That he wasn't the reason it was in danger in the first place.

Reaching across the table, Percy snatched Qrow's mug. Ignoring his objections, Percy took a long swig of the bitter drink. He wasn't usually a day drinker, but right now he couldn't bring himself to care.

He'd need the drink for later.

Percy entered his apartment late that night. He'd made sure Pyrrha was back early enough to get to bed on time, but the trip back from Patch to Vale and then from the bullhead docks to his apartment on the east side of the city took over an hour.

He almost wanted to take a dip in the saltwater pool he'd had installed, but he found the urge to go to bed outweighed even that. Pyrrha had been insatiable, dragging him around from place to place. Despite living on Patch she apparently did not get to go to the city often, so he'd been saddled with the duty of helping her shop and explore.

But despite the exhaustion, it was worth it. She tried — poorly — to hide how much she enjoyed the time they'd spent, but the glowing smile he caught on her face every now and then made it worthwhile in the end. He'd have to remember to come back more often.

But before Percy could brush his teeth and toss himself into bed, there was one more thing that he had to do tonight. Something he'd completely forgotten about, but had apparently not forgotten about him.

Percy walked the few steps to his counter and began emptying his pockets, throwing his keys and wallet on the marble surface.

"Ren, what did I tell you about making yourself visible to people when they walk in?" Percy turned to look at where a slightly flushed Lie Ren walked out of Percy's dark hallway.

"Ah, sorry." She- He said, glancing downwards. "I forgot. It won't happen again."

Percy waved it off. It was creepy to have someone lurking in the shadows of your apartment standing perfectly still when you got home, but he had told Ren that he could let himself in. And Percy had no idea what sort of strange habits his old clan had imprinted on the boy.

"I'm here for information on the target." Ren prompted when Percy said nothing.

Nodding, Percy sighed and wordlessly moved past Ren and down the hall, to his Vale office. That was a bit of a misnomer, though, as most of the work that he had to do that required any sort of administrative work was just done on his laptop in the TV room. As such, his office was pretty much just used to hold any paper documents he needed to keep on-hand. That was not very many, but probably more than most would expect in a highly technological world like Remnant.

Turning into the room, Percy unlocked the bottom left drawer with his fingerprint and opened it, rifling through it for a few seconds before finding what he was looking for, pulling out a manilla folder.

Standing and quickly shutting the drawer, he handed the folder to Ren.

"If this information isn't enough, just let me know. I can get you whatever you need. Remember, your assignment is to observe. Identify opportunities and report back. Your job is not to kill, Ren."

Ren nodded wordlessly, taking the folder and opening it to quickly flick through the pages.

"This is a lot of detail. There should be no problems at all." Ren decided, closing the folder. "And I understand, I won't take any action other than intelligence gathering. But you do understand that the only information I can get you that you don't already have would be ways that he's open to assassination. That information isn't of too much use if you don't plan on you know… assassinating him."

Percy grimaced at how casually someone so young talked about killing another human being, but Percy had to remind himself what he had been through by Ren's age — seventeen soon, if he wasn't mistaken. Now that he was some years older he understood the perspective of all of the adults trying to baby the kids, and with more time that was only likely to grow.

"I like to have contingency plans." Percy said instead. "Killing Wolke is a nuclear option, if all else fails. It's important to have the option to turn push to shove, but it's equally as important not to until you need to. But if it does come to that, I'll arrange to have someone else finish the job. You left behind your days of killing."

Ren bit his tongue and hesitated for a moment, as if debating whether or not to say something. Apparently he decided not to, because he just nodded deeply. "If that is what you wish."

Percy was tempted to call out Ren's deep nod as the pseudo-bow it was, but before he said anything Ren spoke up again. "If I may, who are you planning on using?"

Percy blinked. "Sorry, what?"

"Who are you planning on using?" He repeated. "If you need to kill the target, I mean."

Percy's eyebrows drew together in confusion, "I'm not sure, someone from the Malachite's network probably. Why do you ask?"

Ren grimaced. "Because I've been educated on the rival sects across Remnant — anyone that could pose a risk or challenge in our mission. Someone who could approach accomplishing the mission as efficiently as we. There are a handful of groups who compare. Atlesian intelligence comes to mind as do Headmaster Ozpin's personal agents, though the latter are far less active. Perhaps the only other group in the recent past would be the Vacuan royal assassins, but their remnants dissolved years ago. The Malachites are not on that list. They gather information and act as moles. They're not assassins."

"They definitely are." Percy deadpanned. "I have personal experience in that regard. They've taken targets out before, and I'm sure they will again."

Ren shook his head once slowly. "They can kill from a position of secrecy should they already be rooted in one's confidence, but they are not assassins."

"What's the difference?" Percy asked, genuinely curious now. He'd never seen Ren this adamant about… anything.

"The Malachites are masters of infiltration and information gathering, but if they want to kill someone they have to do so through infiltration. If you wanted the Malachites to eliminate a well defended target, their only option would be to get men loyal to them in the target's inner circle and use the opportunity to get rid of them. Anyone can kill someone by whom they are trusted. But that takes months or years and for high level targets is greatly reliant on luck. If they don't have someone on the inside, they are not equipped for killing anyone more than trivially defended. An assassin does not require such a handicap. All that is required is a target and a mission."

"So, what, you're saying an assassin could kill the chairman of Vale with what, their bare hands?" he asked incredulously.

Ren shrugged, glancing at the folder in his hands. "What we take with us varies. The Atlesians have a lot of high tech tools they carry with them, and I have my own… tools. This information also helps quite a bit, and it depends on how seriously he takes security, but if he's not of an overly thorough or paranoid type… yes. Very likely. With what is on me now and given enough time, I can complete the assignment."

Percy sighed, waving dismissively and moving past Ren into the hallway. "Well thankfully, that's not the assignment. Observe only Ren. Trusting you to take care of yourself in danger is one thing. Asking you to kill is another."

Ren didn't seem like he agreed with that prospect all too much, but it seemed his respect for authority won out over his disagreement. As glad as Percy was that Ren wasn't arguing it he almost wished that he was. At least then, Percy would know it was the boy's thoughts he was hearing and not an obedience crafted from years of abuse.

"I'm heading to bed. You should do the same." Percy told him, yawning and shuffling down the hallway.

"You informed me I'd be receiving the assignment this evening. I adjusted my sleep schedule accordingly. I'm prepared to start tonight."

Percy looked back and sighed. He gave up trying to make Ren be a normal kid, at least for tonight. "Alright, I trust you. Be careful. And remember, the number one priority is discretion. Don't get caught."

If Percy didn't know better, he'd think Ren rolled his eyes at that last instruction. With a nod he was gone a moment later, turning his back and walking down the hallway, out the door. Percy heard the door lock behind the boy, and decided he didn't want to know how he'd managed to pull that little trick off without a key.

No, Percy just wanted to sleep.

bzzzt.

Grimacing, Percy hit the silence button even as he got a dirty look or two from a couple of the people around him. That was understandable. Technically he was just here as an observer on behalf of his various business interests, even if his investment in the outcome of this meeting was much larger than that. Even a minor disruption was seen as rude.

He glanced down at his scroll as discreetly as he could under the table, checking to see who had sent him a text. Eyebrows darting up slightly, he unlocked the scroll and opened the text, reading a simple. 'I am ready for a new assignment.'

Percy's eyebrows furrowed. It had been just over a week since he'd asked Ren to look into Wolke. To observe and identify vulnerabilities, should it come to that. Percy had a grim feeling it would.

But either way, either Ren had misunderstood the assignment or Percy misunderstood the timetable of such a thing. As far as he knew from the Malachites this sort of information gathering mission should take weeks. Months, even, to identify patterns in behavior and how often they were broken. Such a level of detail was — supposedly — needed to be sure of any weaknesses.

'Already?' Percy texted back, curious as to what had happened. Had Ren decided it was too risky for one person? Had he decided he only wanted to be assigned to someone he could kill?

"Is there a problem, Mr. Jackson?" the target in question, Chairman Wolke, asked, directing the room's attention towards Percy.

Percy shoved his scroll into his pocket, trying to decide if the red coming to his cheeks was annoyance towards the chairman or embarrassment at the entire International Banking Committee looking at him impatiently. At least Shiro was here, trying to hide his own amusement.

He cleared his throat. "No, apologies. Just some interesting news, nothing to worry about." he said, resisting with every nerve in his body the urge to scratch his neck.

Slowly the table returned to the previous topic of conversation, something about regulating interest rates with lien and agreements to stay within a moving range and etc. etc.

Percy might've understood more about modern economies than Mistrali nobles or crime lords, but that wasn't saying much. Since arriving in Remnant he could admit that he'd learned quite a bit more than the average person — enough to know what to do to achieve his goals through economic and diplomatic means rather than with a sword and shield. But here he had to admit he was almost completely out of his depth. For as well as Shiro was faking it Percy knew that he had no idea what he was doing either. Luckily, the small army of accountants and lawyers that Shiro had brought with him were helping.

Inching his hand into his pocket, Percy grabbed his scroll and snuck a peak at it, reading the new message he'd received.

"Yes. It's best not to talk about these things over scroll. I'll meet you outside."

Percy blinked. Ren was just outside the Valean capitol building?

That sounded like him, but Percy still had to withhold a sigh of exasperation. Ren would be the death of him one day soon. At least he'd basically adopted Pyrrha, Ren was more like a stray dog that kept going out and trying to get in fights with bigger dogs.

Shaking his head slightly, he turned his attention back to the meeting. Ren could wait, but this meeting could not.

"And there's also the matter of international individual investment in this bank. Mistral must sign a binding agreement not to…"

Percy sighed under his breath. This meeting might be important, but that did not mean it was interesting.

"So, what did you mean you need a new assignment?" Percy asked when Ren leapt from a low roof to walk beside him. "What have you found out so far?"

Glancing around, Ren waited several moments for them to be out of earshot of anyone before he spoke. Even then it was in a low voice so that Percy had to strain to hear it over the din of New York- Valean traffic.

"His tea packets are left unsupervised in a bowl in the main first floor nook. Same with the coffee. A strong enough poison slipped into either is immediately fatal."

Percy shot Ren a look that was halfway between concerned to impressed. "And how would you get inside the house to plant this poison?"

"His wife has a habit on most nights of leaving the window open for air cooling. His daughter does the same about twice a week. The perimeter is watched, but there are holes in it above ground level where there are no entrances. The daughter often stays in the room for the duration, but the wife does not. Go through the master bedroom window when the wife's not there to plant the powder, or simply subdue the daughter in her room and continue into the house. The daughter stays in her room late, waking up after both parents and after the chairman drinks his tea each morning. Nothing will be noticed in time. Alternatively the roof access door is lower security, and in the middle of night the one or two personnel stationed there can be silently subdued."

Percy took a moment to register that, and then continued on. "Okay, where would I even get a poison that potent?" he asked, "In order to kill someone with such a small dose that it wouldn't be noticed sprinkled on a tea bag or coffee grounds, it has to be some powerful stuff."

Without blinking Ren lowered his right arm and then raised it again. When it was once again visible, there was a small pouch sitting in the palm of his hand.

Percy leaped about a foot away from him, "Hades, you carry that with you? What are you thinking?"

Ren shrugged. "It's too large of a particle to enter the bloodstream through the skin. It must be ingested. It's the pollen of a flower which has been bred for centuries for this specific use. In this airtight bag, it's harmless. Besides, I've built up a strong resistance to most poisons. This one included."

Percy grimaced, keeping an extra foot or so between himself and the bag in Ren's hand.

"Got it. Well, try to stay on them and uncover some more vulnerabilities. If we need to grab him rather than kill him, we need to know when and how to hit him best."

"He goes to his daughter's school events with minimal security, and sits in the back row with his wife. A competent crew could grab the entire family. His schedule says she has recitals once every other week, and intermittent events outside of that."

"Of course you know that." Percy heaved, the last bit of his breath forcefully exhaled from the bottom of his lungs.

"If you require a low skill, low risk, untraceable, high profile, indiscriminate hit on the entire residence the sewage system has abysmal security and is filled with flammable gasses directly under it. For something more conventional the glass of the house is bullet resistant but exposure to extreme temperatures prior to impact will-"

"I get it!" Percy snapped. Pausing in their walk, he closed his eyes and took several deep breaths. "I didn't mean to get angry. You did an excellent job, Ren. I just don't like you talking about stuff like that so casually. That I let you go back to that life."

Ren took a step back when Percy yelled, staring at him cautiously. Percy wished Ren would say something. He'd even take the blind obedience over the pervading silence that Ren sentenced him with.

"Let's just get back to the apartment." Percy finally said. "I can look into what else you can do there. You did a great job, Ren. Thank you."

Ren just nodded, following behind Percy when he set off.

"It's fine for me, you know." Ren said suddenly several minutes later, startling Percy. He'd almost forgotten he was actually walking with someone. "The killing. It doesn't affect me."

Percy grunted. "Yeah, that's not a good thing. A kid — no, any human — getting used to killing so much that they don't feel anything when they do it is never a good thing, Ren."

"No, I mean it never has." Ren corrected calmly. "It's my semblance. I discovered it when Nora and I were on the run, and needed a way to hide from the grimm. I can mute my emotions. Get rid of them, if I try hard enough. Other people's too. So whenever I'm nearing the end of a mission, I just mute my feelings for a bit."

"That can't be healthy." Percy decided. "What about afterwards? When you stop shutting off your emotions?"

Ren shrugged. "Nothing. There's no emotional connection of any sort to the event. Besides, even without my semblance I have a tight grasp on my emotions."

"We'll be looking into that." Percy promised. "And that's no reason to keep killing people, either."

Ren bit his tongue, apparently deciding not to argue.

Percy cursed under his breath. And just when they had been having an actual conversation.

Yeah, this one was gonna be a piece of work.

Sorry for the super late night chapter. Well, early morning for all of you, but super late night for me. Swamped recently, combined with the new 10-day updates makes for this happening periodically. Had this done a few weeks ago but didn't wanna jebait the pat-reon people by updating on without updating their chapter as well.

Hope you enjoyed. Some relatively slow chapters here for a few, but just give it a bit. We'll be back in the chaos in no time ;)

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