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Working with Luc gave Albert a grudging look into the lack of logic that was needed to think like a mage. Dabbling with magic forced him to take logic and shunt it away to where it couldn't bother with the proceedings. Strategists were, as a rule, supposed to think about multiple variables at once. Albert considered himself rather prepared for anything that his three associates could conjure, kill, or rant about.
Albert hated being wrong. He hated having to shunt logic away unexpectedly just as much. Unfortunately, when being met with the sight of a demon sprawled on one's desk with multiple stuffed dolls crawling around the demon's back, logic was obligated to take a holiday.
One doll was combing the demon's hair. Two others were occupied with braiding it. Yet another pair was attached like leeches to the demon's back. All five looked like Albert. There was not enough Tranquilizer on Gaia for the headache that was making itself known.
Damn Yuber.