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ā¢ā¢ā¢ He wasnāt fond of his fate. He never KNEW for certain what the world had in store, filling each day with a small sense of paranoia. The universe always threw NEW things at him, concepts that had never before crossed his mind, and monsters so terrifying - he wished he never had the unfortunate pleasure of thinking of them again. It was MIND-NUMBING at times, what they expected him to be able to handle - he was a CHILD, barely old enough to have a driverās licence, NOT someone to put the fate of the world onto. But - he supposed - meeting someone who might have suffered aĀ SIMILARĀ destiny had subtle perks.Ā
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ā¢ā¢ā¢ His EFFORTS were in vain. They ALWAYS were - Just because he stopped one Angel from falling didnāt negate the fact that there would be MORE. An endless stream of holy lives drifting from Heaven NOW more than EVER - It would be the death of him, trying to save everyone. Ah - But what use WAS he if he never tried? If he never saved a life, would he ever be able to find worth in his own ??Ā
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ā¢ā¢ā¢ āĀ SORRY, itās a force of habit. My - uh - DAD always told me that ladies were to be called miss or maāam, so - yeah. āĀ A subtle pause, then a look of near disbelief crossed his features over her statement.Ā āĀ Weāre - Wait, how old are you ??Ā ā
The wordĀ dadĀ always sparked something inside Lena that always thought she had killed off long ago. She wasnāt jealous of people for having a father, nor was she bitter about not having one. It was just a feeling; a feeling of having something missing, a feeling of loneliness at having both her parent cruelly torn away from her. But is was something sheād grown used to with time. One wouldnāt even be able to see the hurt she felt inside show on her face the slightest bit. Sheād trained herself well enough to do something as simple as that.Ā
āYou have a respectable father then.ā it didnāt go past her that Xavier had used past tense when talking about his parent, but this was a wound she thought best stay closed right now. It was none of her business to go delving into the past of those she barely knew. Especially not when their past was similar to hers.
The huntress couldnāt help but feel confused.. to say the least, as the boy questioned her age. Picking up a strand of blonde hair she examined it, and decided that it probably had seen better days but it wasnāt at the worst state itās ever been in either. God, did she really look that old? Lena concluded, if she made it out of this alive, she was going to take a few days off to herself.Ā
āBoy you sure know how to make a lady feel beautiful.ā she mumbled out sarcasticallyĀ āIām only 18 you know. They get us young around here.ā