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We were always meant for greatness.

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The question is, did your belief come from your fate...or influence it?

The end is the same, so does the cause matter?

Yes. Did you shape your fate, or did your fate shape you? Are we bound to our destinies?

Perhaps a bit of both.

Perhaps so.

Princes of the universe?

Hm?

Sorry, it's a reference to a song.

I haven't heard it before. It sounds.. interesting, however.

It's muggle rock; might not be to your taste.

Perhaps not.

He shrugged slightly.

I trust you are well?

Close enough to well enough that it's not a worry. Yourself?

A bit.. he paused, trying to decide on the right word, anxious. But it will pass.

Most things do. Anything I can help with?

Mm, no. Not really.

There is an old... score... that needs to be settled, and I think about it sometimes more than others. Wondering when it will be settled.

Eugh, that's always kinda, yeah, up in the air's no good. What've you tried for distractions?

Typically, my work of reorganizing the government keeps me rather busy. But then it grows late and I'm left to think.

Late nights are the most dangerous. Hour of the Wolf, and all that.

It is particularly annoying because this rival should be my partner but for a falling out when we were young.

And you can't come to terms now that you're both older?

The rift is too wide, it would seem.

Though, should their mind change, there is always a spot by my side.

I am sorry about that. I had something si... well, it doesn't matter. High school was hell, quite literally, and that's all past.

It is entirely true that we create our greatest opponents.

But our names will be coupled together throughout the ages. No matter who triumphs when our paths finally cross again, we shall be remembered together throughout history.

I'm tempted to list off famous pairs through history, but I don't know enough about you and yours to be properly complimentary.

May I ask something a little random? I've had an idea.

Ask whatever you would like, Madam.

Wherever you're living, what year is it?

The year is 1943.

Good. Then it's been published. There's a work by a muggle author, T.S. Eliot, called The Wasteland. It's particularly good for those long, early morning hours.

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