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<In Shara's head, Gideon is flying upwards and dragging Shara behind him>
Gideon: We can't keep doing this for much longer, I'm afraid. But it has been SOOO LONG since I've been able to stretch my legs. My ARMS. My wings?
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<Meanwhile on the outside, Shara is slaughtering thugs all over, while Katharina and Book are looking on in shock and/or horror>
Gideon: ... Can you even imagine TWO HUNDRED YEARS? Whatever appendage you can think of: I needed to stretch it.
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<In Shara's head, Gideon has grown into something bigger and is guiding her, while she happily lets it happen>
Gideon: I hope it doesn't bother you too much. Giving up control like that ...
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<Outside, Shara is holding up the last of the thugs, preparing to finish her off>
Shara: But we didn't have time to practice a more NUANCED APPROACH. Maybe next time.