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“Don’t move.”
Cold and blunt, in retrospect, there were better ways of approaching the second sentinel, especially from behind. It certainly wasn’t her face he remembered from excursions to Gralice, cruel as it sounded. It was that hair, and those arms... he found himself staring at them for a moment more than could’ve been considered polite. Was is curiosity, or admiration for whoever crafted the limbs? Not even Selen was certain. Eventually though, he composed himself.
“That sounded too intense, didn’t it--? Sorry about that. My point, though: you’re military, aren’t you? Gralice?”
How could he come across subtly after that? He couldn’t. Fiddling with his braided hair for a split second, he continued with his interrogation conversation.
“I was wondering if you’d be willing to answer some questions. No pressure.”
