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A stranger, and one who seems to take no real joy in killing.

A king knows mercy.

Perhaps it was time to press for the repopening of their American Embassy.

He needed a small vacation.

Maybe Mera would join him for a week of commuting from Amnesty Bay. It wasn't even the surface he wanted.

It was the motion.

The stretch between he or they would travel between Atlantis and the bay...

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They excused themselves to a private meeting in order to hammer out the specifics, and he was granting a brief moment of respite. In the open ocean beyond his window, Arthur watched as the fish darted about.

Say the very currents as they carried warm and cold shocks through like surface winds.

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He cracked a smile - his silence had goaded two of them into a reasonable agreement. All on their own. Had they made him their king to frown disapprovingly until ministers figured out that the proper path was one they both knew, but we're scared to split credit?

Responsibility?

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