McCree nods, and he feels something warm bloom in his chest, though he's worried, too. Those are pretty big values to live up to, and he doesn't want to fail them.
"We are against the wicked Cabalists. I have deemed them unfit to continue. They must be punished for their misdeeds, according to their crimes. Many things are... 'on the line'. The salvation of the Travelers. The completion of Synodiporia. The redemption of the World."
"Those are pretty high stakes, darlin'," McCree says thoughtfully. He's not sure how much of this he believes, but at the same time, he wants to. To be a part of something this big? To maybe help redeem the world, save all these other folks? Those are things he can get behind, things he needs to get behind.
"Very high. Which is why I am choosing you to help me."
They pause for a moment, as if trying to determine how McCree will take their answer. "A tournament among my kind to determine the fate of the World. I require your assistance to win."
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"So who are we up against? What's on the line?"
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"What's this 'Synodiporia' you're talkin' about?"
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They pause for a moment, as if trying to determine how McCree will take their answer. "A tournament among my kind to determine the fate of the World. I require your assistance to win."