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“   somewhere   ...   a place where I can’t reach. and what of your’s  ?   ”   he eyes her , not out of curiosity for it is not his place to PRY -- but instead , with the warmth of rounded eyes and that japanese hospitality.

“   ...   what’s wrong  ?   ”

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      “   it shouldn’t be that way. not for you , for us -- not for anyone. but that’s how it works. and you have to learn to live with it.   ”   he glances down , away.   “   the gods are never so merciful.   ”

      “   at this rate , you’ll bleed to death. i’d like to help you , if you’d like.   ”   a moment in which he holds his breath , steam escaping from his nostrils -- as though he were warmer from the inside out , something churning and boiling in his stomach.   “   move your arm. it’ll hurt just a bit.   ”   he gently nudges at the young man’s shoulder , touch soft and gentle. though his eyes are cold , hard , his heart aches at the sight.

      “   you might as well be careful with what you say around here. word travels fast -- faster than you’d expect. in less than a second , if I were to round it up.   ”

      “   the spirits of these lands are calming. it’s strange -- different from where i’m from. it’s loud over there. much so. here   ...   ”   he opens his arms out wide , fingertips stretching towards the heavens.   “   they’re like whispers. quiet.   ”

      “   well that was -- that looked like magic !   ”   disbelief colors his tone , as he looks over the young man with such utter shock -- he finds that he cannot explain the phenomenon , and wouldn’t dare to. after all , how often did he see a human performing something similar to that of magic ? it was odd , so very strange , that it began to stir feelings of doubt in his gut. like an omen , it calls for him.   “   are you a witch of some sort ?   ”   he knew witches were often women -- but he could not say with absolute certainty , nor could he say this young boy was actually , well , a boy.

      “   -- I wonder   ...   do you believe it’s stronger if someone were to choose their own name rather than have it given to them  ?  choice is always a reflection of who we are , after all.   ”