Cassandra: Maker, Give Me Patience.
cassandra: maker, give me patience.
inquisitor: i think you meant give me strength.
cassandra: if the maker gave me strength, you’d be choking.
inquisitor: uh, that’s quite kinky.
cassandra: ...
inquisitor: i like it.
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