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danchou why
it`s easier to strike someone down when they`re shrouded in mystery and with as few words exchanged between them as possible. his stare is cold, piercing, with coal-black eyes focusing in her direction, but not on her necessarily. no, there was something behind his gaze that suggested a detached calculation causing olivia to hesitate. her grip on her wooden sword turned her knuckles white. it may be harder to kill with a practice weapon, but with enough blunt trauma, she could see the light fading from his eyes within her head. the thought makes her stomach uneasy. how could this man look so composed when he`s so close to death?
she lifts her weapon and inhales sharply.
i really don`t want to do this. i really don`t want to do this. “please… forgive me."
