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[retested]

WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, AMANDA. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 102.92.004.06 *** gameover has joined 102.92.004.06 <gameover> This is Amanda. <gameover> If you need to contact me, do so here. <gameover> DO NOT waste my time with stupid shit.

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[retested]

Tell me about it. Every plan I've made to help Her this time around...I keep getting fucked over.

[And by "fucked over" she means both of her murder attempts on the Fourthies she was torturing were interrupted and foiled. It's just not fair, goddammit!]

She'll be so disappointed.

[And there's so much self-hatred and fear in that one statement that it's borderline palpable. If Amanda disappoints Her, what then? She'll be replaced by someone more capable, more formally educated and stronger with more to offer Her. Amanda won't be needed and the very idea makes her want to vomit.]

[expectional]

[And his hair goes right back to drooping again. She'll be so disappointed. Yeah, that's what he's worried about too. He may not be quite as devoted as Amanda, but the Fog God expects things from him. She gave him a task, and so far he'd rate his performance as "acceptable", if even that.]

[If he can't live up to her expectations, what if she makes him go back home? Realizes there's no point in keeping him around because he's a useless, stupid child?]

[He's silent for a few moments, gazing at some spot on the ground with a far-off look in his yellow-green eyes. Eventually he sighs, closing his eyes and shaking his head a little before opening them again.]

Well...lamenting our failures won't accomplish anything. You only hold yourself back when you dwell on things like that. There's still time, so we'll just have to try even harder from here on out.

[He's definitely not giving up. Nope.]

[retested]

Yeah. Whatever it takes.

[At this point she'd even consider letting herself die, if only it could help her take down a Fourth adherent at the same time. If something could help her meet expectations...]