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Dennis: I’m fine. The minotaur was after the journal. I dealt with her.
Helen: Did you kill her?
Dennis: it’s tempting, at this point, but no. She’s still alive.
Helen: Good. Don’t kill her.
Dennis: I don’t think I’d get in trouble with anyone, Helen. I doubt anyone would even notice.
Helen: Do not kill her, Dennis. Trust me on that. Even Brandon will tell you the same thing.
Dennis: fine. I’m not a murderer, anyway.
Helen: Patch yourself up and come back. Bring her with you.
Dennis: I still owe Patrick a deer, and she can get herself back when she wakes up. I don’t give a fuck if the wildlife gets her at this point.
Helen: I’m sure he’ll understand.
Dennis: Helen, I don’t screw people if I can help it. And this, I can help. I’ll be back in a bit with the deer.
Getting it over my shoulders is an adventure that nearly has me drop unconscious from how hard I pull at my injured side once, but I manage it, then head back to the stop.