Oh stop kissing my ass. Just say you're busy. I know you are. But you're right, if we're gonna survive we need to get to it. That's why I called you here. I need you to be impartial to me.
MDS seemed confused. What was McKain getting at?
We both know it's a game. Requiem lures us into a trap that YOU created, and then does as he pleases. He knows you'll stop at nothing to end him, and I'll do whatever I can to be unbiased and fair to keep my reputation as General Manager. He's going to use me at every turn to stop you, though.
He paused. He looked out the window and then back at MDS.
It was a trap all along, and everyone knows. Now we have to make this work. Don't look at me. Don't protect me. Don't try to save me from him. If anything happens to me, it's on my own head, and I'll have walked into this on my own. I don't want you to risk injury or loss just looking out for your boss. I know this is probably a waste of your time, but it needed to be said now. The Requiem is going to be counting on me as your biggest weakness. He hasn't found one for you yet- and if we eliminate me from your list of things to focus on, Requiems game is null. He can't win a game that doesn't exist.
He extended his hand in MDS's direction.
The Dark Requiem will pay, and I'm glad my own champ could step up to do it. Good luck, Strangla. Seriously.
