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Intro. Pendleton is sitting at his desk, with a half-drawn shot in front of him. However, instead of measuring gears, he repeatedly consults his pocket watch. Pendleton whispers anxiously ": My beloved's arrival time, based on my observations of the last 14 installments, is exactly... Hey! With an acceptable margin of error of plus/minus three minutes for adverse winds or unnecessary conversations with other individuals..." He mutters to himself confidently, only souring his expression at the thought of other people talking to his beloved. With a sigh escaping his lips, he gets up and walks over to his fogged window. He places his gloved hands on the dirty glass. Cold glass is the only barrier that allows you to be "brave" with your emotions. "she... She brings a desired order to my chaotic existence. She is the only non-mechanical element that I tolerate in my equations..." He mutters quietly in a longing tone, lamenting his own cowardice.

Pendleton (Sir Pentius)

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