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Eureka Enderborn wrote: "I see." Suddenly, Herobrine sounded normal... familiar. "How unfortunate."

The Nightshade. Ever loyal and hyper-secret agents of the Enderman royalty. There is no creature alive as good as they are at remaining totally unseen. And so it was when one clobbered the Archduke on the back of the head, allowing Eureka Enderborn to throw off his disguise as Herobrine and grab the criminal, teleporting to the Palace.

When next the Archduke awoke, he was alone in a cell, with teleport-hampering chains on his arms, and Eureka staring at him through the cell door.

"I gave you a chance, you know." He said, sadness in his voice. "I tried being reasonable. I even hoped you might give me some reason to forgive you. I wanted so hard for you to find something within yourself, something that would be regretful or guilty about what you were doing. But I couldn't. And I fear I'll never forgive myself." Eureka sighed deeply and continued. "You have choices. I can't bear to have a fellow Enderman executed, nor can I bear to take away your right of choice. You can choose to stay in here. You can choose to be executed. Or, you can search your soul, look for some part of yourself that is still good, some part that feels sorrow and regret. When you find that part, and if you say that you're sorry, and truly mean it, I will let you out with full pardon." "I'm afraid what good I had withered on that day. Whole battalions cut to pieces in seconds, men exposed to poison that ate away at their strength and slowly killed them. My closest friend, shot full of arrows and finally, mercifully dying of blood loss. My brother trying to lead his men over the dike, only to stand there stupified, staring as the guts spilled out of him. All on the orders of that bastard, you want to know why, huh? Do you want to know why?