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Margrit rubbed her chin in contemplation at the startling knowledge precent to her. ''Damn it all...that means we can't risk cutting one side off without possibly endangering Flint's over all phyicie...Never have I been more tempted to do what my father would do and beat some sense into the lad....Gaaah! Koray! You jack wagon why did you have to feel the boys with dreams of granduer! ''

Margrit thought as the only sign of her frustation being the frown on her face before; She asked Narinj."..So then we can't cut them off from each other without risking damaging his phyicie?".."Which makes this whole thing like dancing on egg shells..unless..". Margrit muttered to herself as she got up preparing to use hersemblance. "Prehaps some electic shock therapy could knock some sense into the lad.". Margrit told Narinj as she started to make her way over to Flint's room with singing death in hand.