Seems as she don’t trust soldiers easy. “We are the music and you are the instrument,” she said; “we are verse and you are prose. "Aye—to pretend to her that you don't care. ” She said as she rested her head against his chest, eyes unfocused on the fading sky. He noted that she was fully dressed, that her hair was carefully done, that there was a knotted ribbon around her throat. Your mind is still subtly sick. But pathologically, he is still on the edge. ‘As for your dagger—’ She held out her hand palm up, as if she expected him to give her the weapon.
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