((Mar angst!
![Tongue :P](http://animorphsforum.com/Smileys/classic/tongue.gif)
))
Keshin watches the scene in the Bar carefully. Terenia seems to have moved into the Bar's halls, stumbling in a drunken haze. Myitt is outside and is equally drunk, with no one but Corliss to protect her. <I'm thinking the best choice is Terenia.>
<Yeah, Corliss can fight. Terenia can' do much at all at this point, and nobody cares about her. It'll almost seem kinda wrong.>
<Yeah, but sometimes wrong makes us money.>
<Good point.>
"Excuse me. I think we have to go take a leak," Keshin says, standing up and walking away from Tamora. This is made fairly convincing by the fact that Keshin is going for a slightly uncomfortable expression on his face. But if you'd heard their conversation, you'd know what he was going to do.
Upon entering the hallway Keshin spots Terenia edging towards the darkness, looking quite delirious. Considering Terenia is heading in the opposite direction from him, he can't help but think about how ridiculously easy this is going to be. He doesn't even need to switch with Joanne. Keshin takes his Dracon out of its holster and edges closer to Terenia, aiming his weapon.
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Mar frowns at Ossanlin's comment and rapidly shakes his head. An image flashes through his mind of a version of himself sitting upon a castle parapet, a pained expression on his face. The guards wandering past him pay him no mind at all.
"You do
not want to be like what I am normally," Mar eventually states with a bitter smile. "This mortality has granted me a brief reprieve from the existence I must endure. Other than the people I have met at this Bar, I have no real friends. No one would
want to be the Emperor's friend in any case. I am, from the point of view of even my own associates, a wicked creature that will destroy you given half the chance."
Mar looks up at Ossanlin. "Although something went wrong on that mission, there are people that are worried about you. Rebels that trust you with their lives. Having no heart is its own kind of Hael when you remember what having one was like."