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[Dorian]

The mention of the Ouroboros made Dorian stiffen slightly. It was another betrayal he was responsible for. One that he did not regret in the slightest, except it made his life slightly easier without it. He could do his job as a detective without having to hide the truth. But it also left him wondering if this was truly what he wanted out of life - but he knew nothing else. He'd been a rich pampered brat before - he knew that and could admit as much.

But his mind wandered back to his schooling before the Atharim found him - before Martin found him. It had been a trying time, the boyfriend turned ex and the monsters fighting in the ring. He'd not been back since he became a cop. Maybe he needed a little adventure, but then Dorian was sure his job was adventure enough. The never ending cycle of life and betrayals sounded like a philosophy paper he once had to write. "Sounds much like a philosophy paper I had to write once upon a time many years before becoming the man I am today."

Dorian stood up with a smile. "And on that note, I should call a taxi and find my way home." Dorian saluted his new acquaintance. "I bid you a fond adieu and happy hunting." Dorian walked in a straight line - at least he thought it was straight, but in his state of mind, a circle could be straight.

[[ figured not much more to add to this so time to move on. ]]