Jove shook his head. "Sorry. I'm not a contract killer and I'm not going to trick people to steal their organs. Or whatever I have to do to get organs out in a time like this..." Jove shook his head and looked as his metallic hands. He felt empty there. "...but if someone in the caravan could rip those out for me. Maybe if we took out a group of raiders or something on the way." Jove shivered a little, though he couldn't tell if it was from a draft of bitter weather from outside that caused him to rattle from the bone. This felt and sounded all too familiar. He wondered if someone else had this conversation before. "And we had a doctor who could pull them out, I could 'Subdue'. But I'm not doing any of the dirty work. Those are my conditions." Jove believed in compromise, but was strong in whatever weak morals he had left.
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