Cross legged she sits, back facing the bars of her cage, her hand clutching the blade lifted to the wall.
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The energy of her blade runs down her arm.
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Day one hundred and seventy six.
And dissipates into nothing but the sound of a crackle when it fades, overshadowed by the footsteps entering the room. The former-Guardian stirs some, eyes half lidded-- the apathy sunken into her expression seldom changes, and still doesn't, even as she turns around, her seeing eye focused on not Ravek, but a stranger.
She lets out a soft exhale through her nostrils, brows just barely arching, her voice as monotone as ever.
"You're not Ravek."