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*Nia turns her attention back to Ryth in all seriousness.* "Want? No. No no no... Deserve? That's quite an accurate word. I'm more prepared than one would ever be." *She keeps her replies emotionless.*
Ryth: Deserve? That implies you worked for it. Which you have not. Such Arrogance! No matter what you have accomplished as an Observer, whether or not you are accepted into the Guardians is dependent solely on your trials and testing... as well as your individual conviction.
Pit: I guess nobody is home....*continues to knock on the door* Heeeey Godfather!!!
Frankie: *tweaking a gun, he disassembles it perfectly using his powers to levitate the gun. He adjusts components and the stock, etc. He sees Pit and opens the door for him, allowing him in* Hey, Holy Man! What brings ya to me humble shop? Gonna pray for them Observers with a shotgun? *he laughs and smacks his back. The shop smells of sweet smoke and wood, weapons, and grease. An ornamented door leads to the back of the shop*