[it wasn't even the sudden cessation of her heart that caused her such strain these days. it was, and perhaps always would be, the blossoming of wounds across her back over and over with every sunset. it had been difficult enough to withstand them the first time; each new experience, despite the fact they no longer dripped or stained, was harder to swallow.
but almost none of that shows in her face. death had nothing to do with her life - not in Morioh and certainly not here.]
Mmm, I can't say for sure. I'll have to see how boring you are in action before rendering judgement.
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but almost none of that shows in her face. death had nothing to do with her life - not in Morioh and certainly not here.]
Mmm, I can't say for sure. I'll have to see how boring you are in action before rendering judgement.