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>Might Increased! -1 --> 0
The popup with your stats disappears. You feel a surge of strength. With firmer muscles and loss of flab, you’re feeling completely… average.
Now, back to more important matters.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” you speak softly, hands already empty and raised at about eye level.
“You’re all covered in bruises, he issued threats, then he kept circling around me. He was dangerous. Kill or be killed — it’s the law of the jungle.”
Yes. These words are as much for her as they are for yourself, a reassurance that *this* was the right thing to do. He was irredeemably evil. There was no other way to solve this.
Plus, the mission you received from the goddess is to kill evil Apes. If you can’t make peace with that, you’re doomed.
She clears away the budding tears and stops trembling as much. It seems that this attempt was successful enough.
“Sorry…” she muttered. “You’re weird. Usually males just kill each other and take the loser’s things.” The feeling that ‘things’ in that sentence refers to women annoys your modern sensibilities, even if you’re the kind of guy to call women foids when nobody is looking.
Remu puts her bucket facing down and takes a seat on it. “How am I explaining this,” she says staring straight at the dead Chimp. The gory aftermath doesn’t seem to faze her, now that the immediate fear of being has passed.
“Hey,” you interject, crouching down next to her. “Just so you know, my last name isn’t Itsfrench. I was just saying *it is* French.”
She raises an eyebrow at your strange choice of conversation topics in this given context. “My bad Mr. French.”
“It’s okay, but it’s Fosaux.”
“I…” her fluffy ears twitch. “Alright, it’s French for sure.”
You rub your temples and heave a sigh so deep it could well be described as ‘theatrical’.
“No. My name is Dough Fosaux. Period.”
She opens her mouth to say something but you raise your hand, stopping another misunderstanding from ruining the moment. “Please just call me Dough.”
That gets a chuckle out of her.


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