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[sankta]

[ Only technically. ]

Don't worry, I'll make sure you don't get your way too. I have to balance that ego somehow.

[sturmhond]

If I hadn't my ego, I'd not be nearly so entertaining.

[ He sneaks a little smile at her. ]

You know that you think so too.

[sankta]

I would never tell you if I do. [ Although honestly that's as good as a yes. She likes him just the way he is, honestly. ]

[sturmhond]

That's all right. A good entertainer can always tell.

[ And anyway what matters is that he entertains himself. Just now, he would say that he feels very entertained.

Though that may also be the company. ]

[sankta]

A prince, a captain, and an entertainer. You can really do it all, can't you Nikolai?

[ But she's smiling. Not really giving him a hard time. ]

[sturmhond]

[ Nodding thoughtfully. ]

You forgot shipwright, gunsmith and soldier, but I'll let you off with it just this once.

[ He smiles back at her. There's always an answer to be found somewhere. ]

[sankta]

Pirate, too. [ She smirked. ] Since I shouldn't forget.

[sturmhond]

Privateer. [ He looks at her with a crooked smile. ]

Though I'm aware that I'm fighting a losing battle with that one. It's the last thing you said to me, before I found myself here.

[ He hasn't told her that before. But apparently it's a day for revelations. ]

[sankta]

[ She thinks about that day when he first arrived here. And she remembers how he had grabbed her and asked what had happened and if she was okay. ]

Did something bad happened? Before you showed up here, I mean.

[sturmhond]

[ 'Did something bad happen'. Saints, that's putting it mildly. ]

It...

Wasn't a good day for us, no.

[sankta]

[ After a moment she reaches for his hand and gives it a squeeze. ]

We'll win. [ She says with determination. ] Some day I'll stop him. Some how.

[sturmhond]

[ He covers his surprise with a smile, and pulls her hand close to keep hold of it. ]

I know that you will. I'm the very last person you need to convince.

He's not invincible, you know. I shot him. Next time I'll make sure it's more than a flesh wound.