(Had I stopped a little earlier, my last line would have been something I might have needed to censor for sounding too risque... And the lack of context would make it even weirder.)
Their obscurity protects their organization, and helps them maintain sway over all of our kind.
Gently, he says, "Blake, it's over. You did everything in your power to let me live. You gave me your life for a few hours. You went on a quest and slayed some metaphorical dragons. You did everything there is to do. Don't let this haunt you. That's my job."
So tit for tat: I loved "Don't let it haunt you—that's my job."
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Today's last line:
“I know, I know, but you’re my best bet for a piano backup—Doug Halpert is just about on his last legs, whereas you can at least stay awake for a whole tune. It’s just not the same, but I suppose that’s not your fault. You didn’t kill your father.”
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