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i give my life

not for honor

but for you

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     Besides, he was used to such actions by now.

   He turned to regard his assailant, quite the large figure clad in blackened metal. Excitement rose in his chest, if only internally. Yes... perhaps he could be the one.

   " How childish. Take so much offense from a stranger, do you?"

    Her breathing was so loud, her heart and blood thrumming loudly, distracting her from her thoughts.

   B e t r a y i n g thoughts. Thoughts that sent her into emotional panic.

   Because she knew it couldn’t be who she wanted it to be.

   But - - - - then … a voice came from that throat, and it was as though she was a pillar of steel, and it a strike of lightening.                  And she a c h e d to scrutinize it ::: To pick it apart like terra, get her hands in it like clay. It was a voice that she couldn’t deny recollecting though she didn’t want to believe it.

   Hearing it was like reliving a trauma suddenly, and it sent her chest into tight, painful compression and spasms. Her free hand lifted to lay over top of her heart a if she could squeeze it into submission through her skin.

 ”—-What…” She exhaled. Her tone was stringent, striking and raw. “Did you just say to me?” 

    She asked the question to hear him speak again » Because it couldn’t be him. Her fingers flexed over her breast, and her staff trembled in the air as against her will she shook. 

   Perhaps it is a demon—- a trial of her will. 

The pain in her chest was so intense that she could feel it all the way down in her stomach, like a cold, acidic swamp; infecting her, until her face reflected utter pain and shock:: more expression that she had put forth in years.

      but the voice falls upon him like a hammer

  He inhales sharply, and scrunches his eyes shut tight. memories assault his mind that threaten to quaver his lip. it is all he can do to stem the tide.. cynicism his only tool. It cannot be her. It is not her. He leaves her question unanswered.

  He pushes back, propping his back against the wall in a seated position. For now, he refuses to look at her. Refuses to acknowledge the emotion in her voice. She is a trick on his mind, but he must fall into this trick if even for a moment.

  " Remove thy hood."