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Name: Mary
Date: 6/11
Format: Video

[Mary stares into his watch, expression stoic, guarded. He immediately ruins this image with the fact that he has a bubble pipe in his mouth and is wearing a deerstalker hat over his cat ear hoodie. He blows some bubbles before removing the pipe from between his fangs.]

What were you doing last month on the night of the full moon?

[This is how you investigate things. Right?]

Oh! And right before you came through the mirror.

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[Apologies all around, Prompto. Mary isn't great with defining relationships. Especially human ones.

He hasn't been human himself for 400 years, and he hasn't had any relationships at all for more than three of those centuries.]

But that's what bonding is, isn't it? Witches take the monsters as pets. It's the same thing.

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No? Geez, where did you get that idea from? It's like...

[Don't say marriage, don't say marriage, don't say marriage.]

Blood brothers? Or literally anything that doesn't involve pets?!

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[Mary goes quiet for several seconds, taken aback.]

...Blood brothers?

[He's never heard that phrase before, yet even though he's asking, he has a feeling he already knows what it means. It describes him and his twin a little too precisely for being just two simple words.]

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Yeah, like...I guess sworn brothers works, but basically swearing an oath or something that no matter what, you and the guys at your side are family. Brothers.

[There's a bit of melancholy to his tone. He's glad Noct and Iggy's here, but it feels weird not having Gladio.]

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[Swearing an oath. Oaths are some of the most frightening things out there. Mary never seems to be able to keep them.]

I don't need anymore blood brothers. I already have [had] two. I'd rather have a pet.

["Or literally anything that doesn't involve pets?!"]

Or, um, a friend?

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Friend works too. Just...get an actual pet if you want a pet. Not another person. That's weird.

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[mumble grumble] He was a real cat when I first met him... [grumble huff]

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But he's not now. So.

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[So that's too confusing! And not fair. He was so happy to finally have his own pet.... Mary sighs.]

So he's not my pet cat. He's my friend cat.

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Yep. Pretty sure you can get a regular pet around here, though.

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A regular pet...

[Don't tempt him. Mary should not be responsible for anything's well being.]

Maybe. I wonder if I can catch one.

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Or just find an animal shelter and adopt? Way less risky.

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Adopt? Like you adopt kids from the orphanage?

[THERE ARE PET ORPHANAGES???]

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Yeah, kinda!

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[If this were video, Mary's face would be right up in that camera. As it is, his mouth is so close that it distorts the audio.]

Where?!

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[Whoa dude.]

An animal shelter, maybe?

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[Yes, but...]

But where's the animal shelter?

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That I don't know. You'll have to look around, I guess.