>>9500How nice of you to continue playing host to our collective uncertainty, Count Orlov. The darkness gathers, does it not?
>>9502But surely, cousin Tungmann, you're not suggesting we cling to platitudes about grace while firing blows above decks. Thank God your idiotic vaunted affinity's hardly better than mine at managing messes.
>>9503Well, that depends entirely on whether one fancies making oneself dependent on the goodwill of murderous creatures.
>>9504Spare us your venomous moralizing, aunt Lucia. Your hands run red with innocence shed, yours first.
