*Deac turns to Flax, his face fallen, and holding firmly onto his NRI insignia*
Deac: Tell me,... sir, ....my friend, tell me what they're saying is false. Tell me it's a lie.
On second thoughts, screw this ship. We get the spell books now and that ship won't be firing. We can deal with this later.
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