[the storm's rolling in somewhere out there. the wind is a little crazy, a lot ominous. but Livio can't stop picking the last image he had of his Wolfwood, bickering and covered in blood, in his last words to him 'welcome back'.]
I won't...ask you not to do the same. I'll do my best to help in any way I can. But...
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I won't...ask you not to do the same. I'll do my best to help in any way I can. But...
[he doesn't want to see that again]