[ What else does she do? Every time they think it might be over, there's another fight waiting. Her shoulders slump heavily, a sudden weight on them because she doesn't deserve that faith. She finally hears it, finally gets what she didn't even know she'd been missing, and she doesn't deserve it.
She's not the Slayer; she's a murderer. She'd torn through bodies in Sarandis' castle like they were nothing. Straw. Diced them into tiny pieces and soldiered on drenched in their blood and she can feel it thick on her skin even now. ]
How did you know me? Not about the Slayer, not because of your mother. Me. What was I to you?
[ What was she that he could have that kind of unwavering belief? ]
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[ What else does she do? Every time they think it might be over, there's another fight waiting. Her shoulders slump heavily, a sudden weight on them because she doesn't deserve that faith. She finally hears it, finally gets what she didn't even know she'd been missing, and she doesn't deserve it.
She's not the Slayer; she's a murderer. She'd torn through bodies in Sarandis' castle like they were nothing. Straw. Diced them into tiny pieces and soldiered on drenched in their blood and she can feel it thick on her skin even now. ]
How did you know me? Not about the Slayer, not because of your mother. Me. What was I to you?
[ What was she that he could have that kind of unwavering belief? ]