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Shien pinched his eyes shut and meditated stubbornly. Zenon smoked like a chimney and rebuilt his machine-gun for the ninety-sixth time. Then he ran out of smokes and stomped off to bug Shien; misery loves company, after all. "Explain to me again why we're here?" "Because Homura-sama bade us follow," Shien explained blandly. Zenon spat while loud, rythmical thuds from above kept on shaking the walls. "What the hell is he trying to prove this time?" "That he is better than ghosties and ghoulies?" "What?!" "Well, Hotojou is full of unpleasant creatures, and the prince is a healthy young male."
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