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It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn.

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“Redecorate?” Cylana laughed and tilted her head a bit, “How does that sound, doc?” She asked although he was pretty much checked out by this point. The conversation was not incredibly interesting - at least to Nazario, she was sure. Cylana wasn’t incredibly interested in it either. Anastas killed multiple people day to day but when he brought someone back it was interesting enough. Well.. at least interesting enough to get Cylana to stop making out with Nazario in the kitchen.

She could hear him coming. Her hearing wasn’t the same as his.. but she could hear him and as the door cracked open she turned her head in that general direction. “Anastas,” she began as she looked at her brother. He shut the door behind him and Cylana turned back to face Kaisa although she didn’t take her eyes off the other woman while she spoke to Nazario. “More company.” She stated but he probably already was aware of that.

Stas had made a slightly disgusted sound in the back of his throat as he entered the room. The boots he wore landing almost silently against the flooring. He hadn’t said anything and had only nodded to Cylana’s greeting. Upon approaching the group he glanced towards his sister. She, like usual, was sitting on Nazario’s lap while he looked like he was sleeping. 

Removing his attention from the couple he looked back at Kaisa. “Doctor James Princeley, age twenty-seven, has been eliminated.” His voice was not exactly robotic but monotone which proved that he was not excited nor upset by this information. He glanced at Cylana and then back at Kaisa. “Experimentation.” 

Almost immediately after learning of this news Cylana rolled her eyes. “You’re not going to die.” She said and gave Kaisa a pointed look. “At least not by his hand.” 

Kaisa's eyes moved to the man behind Cylana as she spoke to him, waiting for his reaction. When all the two women received was a smile and a nuzzle into Cylana's neck, they turned their attention away from him. The second Cylana said Anastas' name, Kai's head snapped into the direction of the door, it opening and Anastas stepping through. Same as Cylana, Naz was aware of Stas' presence at their home well before he was even at the door, and as Cylana announced more company, he let out a slow sigh, relieved that he and Cylana could get back to having the house to themselves. Kai stood up as soon as he entered, her hands gripping at her jacket. 

Naz smiled at Stas' reaction to seeing the two of them entangled as they usually were. He hid his face with Cylana's hair and neck, his lips softly brushing against her skin. Anastas' reactions to Cylana and his relationship only tended to fuel him on, amusing him at great lengths. The two of them have never had any sort of modesty when it came to their relationship, and he didn't foresee it happening any time soon. 

As Anastas began to speak, Kai's eyes found his, furrowing her brows. She didn't say anything, not even sure of a response to that. She was aware he was dead, and she assumed he got the information from his wallet or something. She bit her lip and her gaze went back to Cylana for a quick moment, but when Anastas said that single word, it shot back to him, her eyes a little wide. "I --" she began, being cut short by Cylana. 

"Okay," Nazario cut in, swiftly standing up, Cylana in his arms. "If you no longer need us," he began walking away, his voice nonchalant, "you can show yourselves out." Kai watched as the two of them disappeared up the staircase, turning back to Stas after they were gone. 

"Where do I... Where am I -- or, what am I supposed to do now?" Kai failed to let the words spill out, her thoughts running all over the place.

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Each time Kaisa spoke it was like the level of annoyance continued to move up with Cylana. Quite frankly she had been wanting a basic yes or no response - or one that was more concrete and didn’t incorporate a lot of pausing. She felt herself growing older as each second passed. Essentially what Cylana got from the poor response that Kaisa gave was that she was abused and Stas saw it which resulted with him killing a man. 

Cylana seemed to have one brow permanently arched by this point as she listened and turned her head to look at Naz. “Grudge, much?” She asked raising a brow. His reasoning was one she was very aware of - or.. was aware of when it occurred. Somehow she found humor in the fact that it had been years and he could still find the time to get worked up over what had happened. “Stop grinding your teeth, Nazario.” 

She had somehow managed to to pull her attention away from him which was.. a difficult task and returned it to Kaisa. Her comment about how Stas wasn’t done with her made her laugh and she returned a portion of her attention back to Naz. “Daddy would never let that happen, though.” She stated - Nazario would definitely understand what she meant by that. Anastas would have never brought back a gift unless it was for a reason. Typically there was a rule that no one except Anastas escaped alive.

Returning the rest of her attention to Kaisa she looked amused although it was more genuine than usual. “Oh,” Cylana breathed the amusement failing to leave. “He’s definitely not done with you.” The statement sounded like a bit of a promise for death although it was far from that. “I mean.. If he’s going to kill you I don’t know why he’d bring you here,” Cylana shrugged nonchalantly at the thought, “That’s a white couch.” 

Nazario narrowed his eyes at Cylana. He knew she'd almost let it go, but Naz would kill the piece of shit who'd stolen from his woman a thousand times over again and still not be satisfied. At her command, he stopped immediately, laughing a little to himself, amused by how sometimes he followed her commands as if he were a pet, never giving them a second thought. He pressed a kiss beneath her jaw, an amused smile on his face. He rubbed his nose along her neck, his love for absolutely everything about her never faltering, even after three hundred years spent with her. Three hundred years and he could get just as lost in her as he could on day one. 

Speaking of lost, he'd almost forgotten where he even was, opening his eyes and being brought back to reality as Cylana spoke again. He pulled his head away from her neck and looked at her, taking a moment to catch up on the conversation. He assumed Cylana was speaking in reference to Kai being alive still, Alex being in charge of every single thing Stas does. "Hmm," he hummed in agreeance, closing his eyes again and resting his head in the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent. He'd officially outed himself from the conversation, his mind elsewhere. 

Kai's eyes filled with confusion, doubtful thoughts crossing her mind. Cylana mentioned he wasn't done with her, but she had no idea what that meant. She watched the couple across from her, the man's fingertips moving slowly across Cylana’s back, the two of them entirely in the other's personal spaces. She'd never seen two people behave in this way, and she wasn't even sure of what to make of it, who they were or why she was brought here. As soon as she'd thought that, Cylana spoke about her presence. 

A small laugh left Kai, looking away from the woman after she laughed. "Maybe he thought you wanted to redecorate," she said quietly, a slight smile pulling at the corners of her mouth.

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Nazario had to introduce Cylana - it was the only way. Of course, after being together for so long he already knew that if he did not do it then she would never do it herself. Cylana did manage to have that… unfriendly appeal to her upon first meeting her. Beyond that she was decent enough to be friends with although the friendliness was hardly genuine. 

Cylana waited for Kaisa to answer the question and paid little mind to Nazario’s movement for the time being. As the other woman tried to explain her situation Cylana laughed and turned, rolling her eyes. “Alright,” she began and walked to where Naz was sitting. With most situations it seemed the two of them could hardly be separated. She sat down in his lap without the slightest hint of shyness or shame and mocked a surprised look. Looking between Nazario and Kaisa she then laughed.

“He helped you? You can come out and say it,” Cylana offered, “He killed someone.” She rolled her eyes again. There was nothing surprising by this. Anytime Anastas was helping someone people got killed. However there were rarely people being spared a quick death and yet here was Anastas’ gift - sitting on the couch. Cylana, unfortunately knowing both her brother and father, snorted. Alex wanted something out of this interaction and that was why she was alive. However it was probably also why Anastas hadn’t just let her go from wherever they were. She was here. “What’s your deal?” She asked pointedly, “Not many people get spared, you know.”

"Mm," Nazario breathed out as Cylana moved to sit on his lap, the breath coming out more as a hum. His arms moved without a moment's hesitation, having gone through this process many times before. He set his left hand on her inner thigh, the other resting against her back. He took note of her 'surprised' look, knowing she was being sarcastic as hell.

Kai watched the encounter, her eyes moving the floor after a few moments. Looking down, her cheeks turned red, remembering that her shirt had been torn open. She'd been taught that revealing skin was simply impolite or rude, and she definitely didn't want to be rude to the people who were nice enough to let her sit in their home. She pulled her jacket shut, holding it in place as it didn't zip up or button closed. 

Her eyes flitted back up as Cylana spoke again, "Yeah," Kai said, taken aback by her thinking she was trying to hide something or omit anything from the story. "I mean, yes, he killed someone, but it was... it helped me. Well, sort of. Anyway, I was being --" she stopped, a redness rising to her cheeks again, she gestured to herself to finish the sentence, "punished." She stumbled over the word, feeling uncomfortable saying it aloud for some reason. Naz couldn't help but grind his teeth a little. Whatever had happened to her, he was positive that was no sort of 'punishment.' 

"My deal?" Kai asked, furrowing her brows. "I... I don't know. Maybe he has yet to finish me off," she said halfheartedly, looking away from the couple. If that was the case, she wasn't sure if she really cared.

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Anastas had since left the scene and was most likely returning to wherever the dead person was. He would be back pretty soon unless he took a visit to Alexander. Cylana would not have been surprised by that, though. By the looks of it Anastas had brought back a person of interest to Alexander. She had not been kept in the loop of what her brother was up to but that really didn’t bother her that much. Alex had always been incredibly private with what his son was off doing and she didn’t have the desire to ask anymore.

As Nazario moved to stand beside Cylana she tilted her head to the side for a brief moment. He had asked who she was and her response would suffice for the time being. Cylana managed to flash a smile although it was incredibly fake. She drew her attention away from the woman on the couch to Nazario. “Cute, huh?” She inquired and laughed. Her eyes returned to focus in on the woman yet again. She examined Kaisa’s face and ran down her entire body. It was a calculating look as though judging to see if she was a threat now that she was more awake.

Cylana pressed her lips together then and heaved a sigh. “Well,” she began, “How do you know my brother?”

A long but quiet laugh escaped Nazario at Cylana's words, "Mm," he hummed in agreeance, shaking his head a little. He was completely aware of the fact that in her mind, those words were translated to something much more explicit. "Nice to meet you, Kaisa. I'm Nazario, and this is Cylana." He introduced her to the woman, knowing full well she did not intend on doing it herself. Kai watched the two of them, wanting to curl up into herself as Cylana studied her. 

Once Cylana questioned the girl, Naz sat down in the chair opposite the couch, waiting for an explanation. 

"I... I don't," Kai started, biting her lip, "Um -- well, kind of. I don't know. I'm... new to the city," she said, almost in a questioning tone. "He helped me find my way around once. And tonight, I..." she looked up at the ceiling for a moment, trying to find the right words. She pursed her lips, her shoulders coming up before dropping. "He helped me again."

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Anastas began to wait and was slowly losing patience with each passing second. Fortunately his patience had yet to run out when the door was pulled open. Cylana wasn’t looking out, in fact she wasn’t looking at all. Her head was turned and she looked like she was focused on, probably, Nazario. It took her a second to turn and face her brother who was looking more pissed off by the second. She opened the door wider to allow him access into the house. “Dostavka,” he stated flatly. He could feel Kai gripping the back of his shirt and grunted as he stooped into the room - listening to the sharp sound of the door closing behind him. 

Anastas went to set Kai down on the couch in the living room but could just sense the look on Cylana’s face. The scrunched up nose and the pissed off look and a crooked mouth. “What the hell is this, Anastas?” He didn’t respond and only grunted again during his attempts to set Kai down.

“I have a body to take care of,” he said gruffly and glanced around the room. “Can you watch her for ten minutes?” The question was not a real question at all - in fact it was almost a step away from being a command. 

Anastas watched briefly as Cylana walked closer and stood by the couch. He took note of the rather amused expression she had as she looked down before speaking. “Hey, doc,” Cylana called out, “We’ve got a visitor.”

Nazario chuckled against Cylana's lips, pulling away as their little encounter was interrupted by someone at the door. "Ew," Cylana played, her voice entirely serious, but her face far from serious, "get off of me." She pushed him away and he came back in, biting her lip before lifting her off of the counter. 

"You'll be back," he joked, fixing his now messed up shirt as Cylana opened the door. He made a questioning face, gesturing to the door. She finally turned her head, and the second he heard the voice he knew who was here. He walked out further, making his presence known, ready to greet the man who was practically his own brother at this point, but stopped in confusion when he saw the woman over his shoulder. He could hear the girl's heart pounding, along with a buzzing sound reverberating from within her, confusion settling on Nazario's face. 

As Anastas set Kai down, she watched him leave, feeling uncomfortable looking anywhere else. When Anastas left, she was half ready to get up and follow him out, but stayed still and looked at her lap, able to feel the woman's eyes assessing her. At the sound of the word 'doc' she looked up immediately, her eyes searching for whoever she was speaking to. With her heart rate going even faster, Nazario's interest was furthered, coming to stand next to Cylana. 

"And who might you be?" he asked softly, his eyes narrowing a little as he scanned her. The first thing he caught sight of was her cheekbone, a crookedness set in place on her left one. Kai's eyes took in all of the man, deciding he didn't fight the type of person she'd be immediately afraid of. 

"Kaisa," she answered quietly, her eyes switching over to the woman.

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Anastas had been trained from an incredibly young age to kill. That was all he really was. He was a killer through and through and there had really only been about two people in his entire life who didn’t see him as such. However for the rest of them it would take a lot of convincing. What did not take a lot of convincing was him moving Kaisa as fast as possible. The nearest point that he could drop her off at that would be considered safe was.. well, not always the safest in some aspects. He had, without a second thought, shot a man between the eyes right in front of her. Kicked the man over and then hauled her up. While that kind of exposure seemed decent to him he felt as though he was supposed to feel a lot worse about maybe exposing her to the.. indecent.

His sister and her.. boyfriend or husband or.. whatever he was were just about a two minute walk from where they currently were. As Anastas managed to get a better grip on Kai he shifted her weight to lay across his shoulder. She wasn’t that big at all and to him she weighed less than a small dog. His pace was set and it was brisk. He didn’t have time to waste at this point and there was a man bleeding out. Although under the cover of night - he still was going to have to deal with a dead body.

The walk was fast and getting to the door was somehow faster. Kaisa was still slung over his shoulder and he grunted, shifting his weight slightly beneath her before reaching out and knocking on the door. If this was like.. most times then Anastas would have probably had a better bet getting Kaisa to Alex than Cylana. However he could hear the sound of her heels from beyond the door which, thank God, meant that she was (maybe) dressed. 

Kai had no idea where Anastas was taking her, and she didn't really have time to find out seeing as the walk ended up being quick and she was absolutely positive that this man had no intentions of putting her down. Even after her quiet attempt to walk, she was denied. He seemed to be in a hurry and remembering their last interaction, her small body trying to keep pace with his long legs, she understood why he'd prefer carrying her. Despite the added weight, they'd still probably get to their destination faster than if she'd tried to keep up with him. 

Although her injured body was protesting to being pressed against his shoulder and being moved around as he walked, she bit her cheek and watched his quick moving feet. Her hands laid flat against his back, an attempt to stabilize herself. As she watched his feet and the shadows behind them as they passed beneath streetlights, the walk felt like mere seconds. 

When Anastas had stopped and knocked on a door, she wondered when he'd put her down. Her heart began to race thinking about what would be behind the door. Where had he taken her? And why? Why did he even help her at all? Speaking of help, he may have stopped the punishment, but what was going to happen now? She'd probably get another punishment for his death, and another for going somewhere she shouldn't be. Her eyes began to sting, sure a tear would have fallen if she was right-side-up. She never cried, but the fear of the unknown was currently eating at her insides. Hearing the door open, any sign of tears stopped, her hands clenching against the fabric on his back. She could feel the heat of electricity rising in her chest, and she did her best to push it down, ignoring any of the fear she currently felt.

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Since their previous encounter Anastas had returned to the good doctor to report. Although the two of them rarely made eye contact and Anastas avoided looking at his face altogether he knew exactly what was going to happen. The older man would intertwine his fingers and let them drop in front of him or alternatively he would lean against a desk. Alexander would proceed to press his lips together while continuing to look thoroughly unamused. A silence would drag on between the two of them as Anastas stood and stared at the floor. He would then utter the words that Anastas was far too familiar with: Track her.

Then there was Anastas. He was watching the interaction between Kaisa and a doctor of some kind. The interaction was not.. exactly surprising at all. Not that it was exactly a needed situation. The crack when he hit her the second time only had him somewhat amused simply by the fact that she could really take a punch. That kind of trait appeared to be needed by the actions following that. She was thrown to the ground and he sighed heavily. The man unholstered his gun and only released one quick shot into the man. He dropped like a stone and Anastas quite frankly looked somewhat pissed off. 

He walked closer and looked down at both Kaisa and the doctor who was now bleeding out. His boot turned the man from his side onto his back. He was already dead - there was no reason to waste bullets. Turning his head he looked down at Kaisa who was still laying there. “Vstavat’,” he said shortly but she didn’t move. Shaking his head he sighed yet again and reached down to haul her up into his arms. 

The blonde's gaze moved from the concrete, watching the man be rolled over onto his back, blood pouring out of his head and onto the sidewalk even more. She looked up once more at the man who'd just killed Princeley, a stern expression glued onto his face, foreign words falling from his mouth. She didn't understand what he said, and she wanted to make an attempt at standing, but her body ached and her mind was still stumbling over what had just happened. 

Kai could take a lot -- she'd been tortured beyond belief, she'd killed her fair share of people, and she'd been given grave punishments for any and every small mistake ever made -- but this was just... different. An unfamiliar, different kind of scary; a different kind of 'punishment', one she didn't even know why she was receiving it; and a far different outcome, one that she, until tonight, could only have thought of in her imagination. 

Without a moment's hesitation, Anastas was coming toward her. Despite what he'd just done, she didn't fear him, and her eyes stayed fixated on him, still taking shallow breaths as he quickly made his way down to her level. Her stomach lurched and her ribs protested as he pulled her up into his arms. She huffed out a breath of air, taken by surprise. She glanced at his face before looking away again, unsure of what to say or do.

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Kaisa pulled her arm away from Dr. Princley’s grasp, immediately knowing she’d be punished for the action. Without a second’s hesitation, she was backhanded across the face by the man. She’s always been obedient, but he was making her feel uncomfortable, and she couldn’t help the reaction to oppose his actions. It’s happened more than once, his touches being unlike they normally are, and his tone was scary, different from what she was used to. Without even thinking about it, she was fighting with him, regretting her actions every time she was given another blow to a various region on her body. 

“Please, Dr, I don’t understand what I’ve done wrong to deserve this punishment,” she whispered, one of his hands around her throat, the other pulling on her shirt. The fabric pulled at her skin, burning it as he tore it down the middle. “Ah,” she shouted in pain, her hand shooting up to his face, her nails digging in to his skin, electricity beginning to pour from her fingertips despite the pain it was causing her own self. He threw another strike at her face, his fist closed, an audible crack following the hit. Kai tried to catch herself as she was thrown down to the ground with the hand he’d kept around her neck, her hands scraping against the concrete, her wrist aching. 

As she looked up so to prepare for what he’d do next, her eyes widened, seeing his body fall to the ground next to her, blood pouring from his body. Looking up slowly, her eyes met a familiar pair. Words couldn’t be found, her breath slow and deep, her heart racing. Energy depleted, she dropped to her elbow, her head falling into the crook of her arm.

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Her answer had finally ended and he felt much better about that. It took him years at a time to actually have a semi-regular conversation with another person after meeting them. Probably about fifty for the average person. He wasn’t much of a talker now – although he had never been a talker in his youth, either. It was when she hit the uneven crack in the cement and tripped that he cursed God for this. His reaction was incredibly fast and he turned around almost immediately without a second thought and grabbed her. Internally he was screaming at this - contact with other people was.. against all that he wanted in life. He grunted in frustration and released her almost immediately, huffing and looking away.

She wasn’t from here, but when the company was aware of the supernatural activity going on here, they moved in a flash, the prison being set up immediately as if it was no big deal. He hadn’t said anything else, and she was okay with that, biting her cheek again. When she’d begun to fall and was ready to catch herself, she was more surprised to find herself falling into Anastas' body. It only lasted a second and she was standing up straight again, her heart beating out of her chest. She breathed heavily for a moment, trying to catch her breath from the fright. He looked away before she spoke, but she thanked him anyway, her eyes focusing behind him. “Oh,” she gasped quietly, her heart picking up again. They’d just pulled up to the side of the road, a man stepping out of the vehicle. “I... Thank you, Anastas,” she said sincerely, but her face blank, not looking at him. “I can find my way, now, I think. Goodbye.” Her voice got a little robotic toward the end, about to walk away when a jolt of her own electricity coursed through her chest. Her breath was taken away, a groan of pain coming from her mouth. It lasted but a few seconds, composing herself and walking away from him swiftly. She made her way across the street quickly and immediately wished she was back in the presence of Anastas. Despite being unfriendly and distant, anything was better than the grip of metal being fastened around her arm and without even putting up a fight being physically forced into a vehicle with a violent man leading her straight back to hell.

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“That’s probably the only positive I can think of.. Other than that I’m just grasping at straws.” Cylana shrugged in that same nonchalant manner. “Anyways,” she continued, “I’m Cylana.” 

“Well... I like the way you think.” Ayla smiled at the woman, her lips pulled up happily. “I’m Ayla,” she greeted, offering her a hand to shake. “Pleasure to meet you, Cylana. Really. Your presence is like a breath of fresh air.”

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On the inside Anastas was sighing heavily and the sigh seemed to last for longer than he had ever dreamt. Her questions, oh, how he did not want to answer. Although that would probably come back to bite him in the ass. “I am not,” he answered rather sharply and sucked in a breath. This Kaisa figure reminded him too closely of his sister. They were rather similar from what he could gather within the first few minutes of having to talk to her. Small. Blonde. Talked too much. Although this one seemed kinder than his little sister. “You must not be either.”

“Oh,” she said in reply, nodding a little. “Yeah, no, I’m... I’m not either.” She released a quick breath, biting her lip. The conversation was awkward, but she blamed herself for that. Apparently she was just no good at it. Her first attempt and she was failing. While mentally scolding herself and focusing on keeping up with him, she nearly tripped on an uneven crack in the cement, her hand shooting out to grab the man’s arm in an attempt to save herself.

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“Sex fiend?” She repeated with a highly amused snort, “Is that what you think of me, Doc?” Quite frankly calling Cylana a ‘sex fiend’ was not exactly far fetched. Although she would have to call Nazario the same - the two of them had probably spent at least a few years just.. Having sex with each other anywhere they could. Being three hundred-some years old got tiring. She couldn’t pretend that just sitting around like a married couple was exactly exciting. “Impossible,” she then mimicked with another laugh as she mindlessly began to wrap her legs around his waist. Almost immediately as his mouth met the side of her neck she tilted her head to the side only to expose more of it to him. “Could you?” As he pressed his teeth into her skin she had let her hands meet the hem of his shirt, fingertips carefully dragging across his skin. “Three hundred years and you’re still as careful as day one.”

“Yeah,” he said in a mocking voice. He dropped his tone and laughed a little, “Yeah, it is.” A certain type of warmth envelolped him as she wrapped her legs around him. There was no actual heat being conducted enough to fill the air, but every time he got closer to Cylana in any form, the tension was thick. “I believe...” he trailed off, his hand leaving its place on the waistband of her pants to her breast, “that someone is you.” Her comment about being careful made him laugh, a small but low growl coming from his throat before he sunk his teeth into her skin, humming as spots of blood pooled against her skin and into his mouth. He pulled away and grasped at the top of her blouse, tearing it away from her body, the blood from her neck making its way down her neck and onto the top of her breasts. His eyes locked with hers for a short moment, a smile painting his face before he leaned back in, his tongue making contact with the blood on her chest, making its way up to her neck. “Three hundred years and you still have complete control over me.” 

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“On the brighter side of this..” Cylana began, “Each time there’s a shooting and no one has a gun to retaliate there are just less stupid people on this planet.” 

“Well... That’s one way to think of things.”

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Her introduction was not needed.. At least not by Anastas. He didn’t particularly care to know anyone in this general area. He wasn’t here for pleasure. In fact the only reason he was in Ervista was because his leash had gotten tighter and shorter. He didn’t say anything for a rather significant amount of time as his focus was on getting her where she needed to go. The faster they got there the sooner he would be free of people trying to speak with him. Although after another few seconds of beloved silence he managed to respond. “That’s nice,” he began although it was through clenched teeth. “I’m Anastas.” 

It was obvious he wasn’t much of a talker, and in the silence after her introduction, she decided to leave it at that, biting the inside of her cheek. When he ended up introducing himself, her eyebrows raised slightly, looking up toward him. “Nice,” she said, liking his name. “I take it you may not be from here then?” He was the only person she’d met out here, but still, she figured the majority of people had demographic names. Then again, although she knew the demographics of the region in general, she obviously knew nothing of the area itself.