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I just heard the news: someone in my department has been stabbing me from behind. Well, I’m not terribly surprised. I’ve armoured plates installed in me since I was born. Of course, however, there’s a soft, unprotected part. Pierce it once and out comes the blood, flowing, rich and dark.

However, business is booming. I have no reason not to be thankful. Income is enough to support a steady stream of expenses, generally not very necessary for the war effort but needed for my general well-being. Oh well. If only I could find a way to divine the future. An oracle perhaps, somewhere in the groves where wolves lay, asleep.

So even if I get a thousand daggers stuck in my body, or suppose they’d just bounce off, or whatever, as long as business is booming, I’ll be ok.