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[ McGillis is very strong and very tall and these guys are very very tiny.

So he's just going to push through them and carry the crate back to the merchant unless something stops him on the way. ]

[It's true, they are really helpless against McGillis here. A few of them even try to fire off attacks but... the poor Little Guys just are no match for you. McGillis can return to the merchant without a problem!

The merchant is a pretty nondescript man. Very generic, very average, and very unhappy that his crates have been opened. He doesn't even thank McGillis before going through the crate looking through the goods within.]

This isn't everything! Where's the rest? I need all of my crates!

[Sheesh. Are you going to go back for the others?]

And you might be better off going to get them yourself, at this rate.

[ He is so. fucking. irritated.

But he will go back for the rest of the crates and potentially recruit the others to help him carry. ]

[He can be recruited in the help carry effort... and will be irritated at the merchant being ungrateful, too, as if he expected anything different.]

[That's why this is the irritation window, babey!!!

Anyway, the Little Guys continue to try to persuade you guys to give up, but... well. They know a losing battle when they see one. You'll be able to claim both of the other crates and return them with ease!

The merchant complains under his breath about how late he's going to be, but at the very least he has his goods. And they do all seem to be there now, so he's settled a bit.

Then suddenly, everything goes still. The merchant stops moving and responding, the people walking by are frozen in place. Then one by one, they blink out of existence.

A voice rings out, sounding both familiar yet unfamiliar at the same time. You recognize it as belonging to those you care for... but you also cannot place it as exactly one person.]

An interesting and different outcome. Will you continue to fight for everyone, knowing they will use you?

[Do you answer honestly?]

[ What a question... There might be a correct answer here, one that a good person would give. But McGillis isn't a good person - a person with good goals, maybe. He does think the world he was once aiming for would have been for the better of all.

But his personality, he plays dirty and he'll use all he can get. He's not good, not kind. And he's spent a long life working for those who would only use him - with the intent to overthrow, but still. He's tired of it. ]

I won't.

[What a question.

There are matters to consider before even examining it in regards to himself - how would Fray answer? Likely that he would. How would Fray's shadow want them to answer? Is there even a correct answer at all?

And then... how would he answer?

So much has changed in his time here, and yet... so much has still remained the same. Had he not experienced his own possession of sorts, he'd answer that he would. That knowing he was being used made it easier. But now?

If he's fighting for someone, they're not using him. So his answer is simple.]

I won't.

[There is no response from the voice. The world around them begins to fade to white, and when they blink, they'll find themselves back in the Vault, in front of the now shattered stained glass window. Four more remain.]

[ What a question x3.

The answer is easy for him. He's aware that he's easy to use, easy to take advantage of because of his kindness - some may view this as weakness. That's okay. He won't try to change their minds. Yoon is simply a person who wants to heal others and keep people safe, even if it may not always be the right thing to do.

He has yet to claim to know he knows exactly what's right and wrong, anyway. Maybe that's okay, too.

His answer is different from the others', but there is no judgment. Everyone has their reasons, and he isn't ashamed to say his response regardless. ]

I will.

[ What a question (what a question (what a question (what a question...)...)...)...

The voices tug at Rutile's heart strings, and they do a wonderful job of freezing him as the scenery does around him.

Use him? It's something he's never thought of before. He thinks of the elderly couple whose roof was destroyed in a storm and the way they ask him to fix it, and he does without question. He thinks of the people suffering from the aftereffects of the calamity who plea for their help, and he gives it without question. He thinks of the man whose life rests on his, and he thinks and acts for his sake. Is this being used?

...He doesn't think so. Even if it is, it's not a terrible thing if he's helping, is it?

So, boldly, with unwavering magnanimity and a spark in his eye, he replies: ]

Of course I will.

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