"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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"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."