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'That's actually true,' said Voreese. 'I'm able to get along with just about anyone, if they give me a fair shake.'

'I'm sure,' said Mevox. 'From what I've seen, you absolutely crush every social interaction you encounter.'

'Hmm, I'm getting the impression that you might not be entirely sincere when you say that.'

'Not at all. It's your best quality. Your ability to obliterate a conversation is matched only by the quaintness of your intellect.'

'Wow. Y'know what, Mevox? Maybe you're right. You're clearly way too smart for me. In fact, the power of your mind is so impressive that I think you might even have the ability to lower people's IQ just by talking to them. I definitely feel stupider every time I hear you say something.'

That one had earned laugh from Mevox.

Their back-and-forth continued throughout the trip, pausing only when one of the non-servants who couldn't hear them said something to Hector or Roman.

The topic of Salvador's recognizablility got brought up again, and the other reapers chimed in with their opinions as well, ultimately coming to the conclusion that Salvador, Carlos, and Fidel should all withdraw from Hector's side once they reached the capital and join up with the reinforcements.

The Rainlords were still wearing the iron masks that Hector made for them, but apparently, Mevox thought that it would still be an unnecessary risk if they ended up on television.

'Masks have a way of drawing attention, too,' the reaper said. 'And with Salvador's build, someone in the Vanguard might see the broadcast and put two and two together.'

And considering that Roman also preferred to stay out of the public eye as well, Hector had a feeling that he would be attending this award ceremony--or whatever it was--by himself.

Aside from Matteo Delaguna, he supposed.