Zevran encounters Masque on the summoner’s pilgrimage
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Zveran goes to draw throwing knives, taking aim at the leader.

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"Not worth it."

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“He may come back for you. I’d say that’s worth it.”

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Shrug. (And near-palpable confusion.) "Maybe. Maybe not. Your choice."

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Zveran looks at them, frowning, but he takes his hands from his knives. “Who were they?”

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"My owners."

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“You were a slave?”

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They shrug again. "Something like that."

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"Well, no longer. You'll never suffer under a master again."

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Silence.

"Pretty sure of that aren't you?"

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"With complete and definite clarity."

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They shake their head. "Was sort of the plan anyway. Didn't expect to run into them."

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"The past always does have a strange way of reappearing when you need it least."

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"Now that's the voice of experience."

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"Mine was not so dangerous as yours. Someone I cared about very much died, and suddenly I had to take up her mantle, just what I had fought against for years."

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"-my apologies. That sounds...difficult."

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"Oh, you know. At least I know what's coming at the end of my Pilgrimage."

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"-You're a summoner?" Something about that has them on edge again.

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"For my sins, yes. That upsets you?"

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They look away. "I am- not precisely on speaking terms with Yevon."

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"Either am I. I find them to be stuffy, pretentious, and most importantly, racist."

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-Okay. That's a very definite impression of a sceptically raised eyebrow.

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"My mother was Al Bhed. They'd rather I not mention it, lest their image of the perfect summoner is tarnished."

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They snort. "Sounds like them."

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"Doesn't it just? All of them, self-righteous assholes to a point."

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