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“Well, if it isn’t THE magnificent Herta herself in the flesh. Has your precious space station fallen into such disarray that you have to personally step in?”
“It’s my pleasure to meet you again as well, infamous hacker Silver Wolf. I’m sure restoring all 78 of your accounts isn’t a challenge for a Punklordian like you?”
“Of course, of course. Say, from all the praises your colleagues sing of your beauty, I had expected someone much more youthful. A genius like you should’ve come up with something to keep you younger by several hundred years, no?”
“Even if I’m older than you thought, surely you don’t think it’s any worse than being a child? …Wait, you haven’t grown even an inch since we first met… Are the other Hunters starving you? Or is it that you’ve gone past the age for growth?”
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“…Why you -!”/ “Why you little…!”