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[shadow-of-a-guardian]

Oh I want to have fun, that's all! I'm looking for a good reason to let him live. You seem to have one, since apparently you want me to let him live on with his pain, alone until he stops being a coward and kills himself. It's either that or making him so destructive and mad even I will be afraid of him. Or do you have a better option? Play with him a little more until he loses all his self respect and submits to you? Have a boring grown up talk about your feelings? Kill him yourself?

"NO!" She grabbed the greyface by the throat and squeezed threateningly. "You leave him alone," she growled. "If I have to go back to him just to make sure you don't kill him I will, because I swear if you lay one finger on him I will skin you and shove it up your arse while you're still breathing." 

She let them go with a jerk. "Get out before I decide to break your thighs in half." Her bloodthirsty mask was on, but inside, her stomach churned with worry for Storm. She didn't love him, couldn't love him, but she cared, more than she would like to admit.

[shadow-of-a-guardian]

Of course caring hurts! That is why I felt pity and gave his heart the option to feel or not. In the end, he had hopes. Without them he would've never allowed himself to admit he loves you. But you must understand. He's been alone for so long and all of a sudden someone stays. The reasons matter little, but he's not alone. He would've done anything to make you stay, but he let you go. Everybody knows you're not supposed to leave him alone. Even if you just want sex.

She stared at the ground, somewhat in shame. "What do you want from me?" her voice was a soft murmur, almost inaudible. Looking the greyface straight in the eyes, she said again, "What do you want from me? What do you hope to gain by stooping to this level? You want me to go back to him, is that it? What do you want?!"

[shadow-of-a-guardian]

Oh so it matters now, doesn't it? I really thought he was just a toy, fresh meat, a challenge. Someone you'd enjoy destroying slowly. He used to be so strong. But look at him now. So weak! If you actually care about him, why did you leave him to die? And if you don't care, why consider using your sword against me for his safety? It's useless though, and even if you could kill me, he would die with me. I suppose he's a part of me now.

"I left because I hurt him," she murmured, lowering her sword but still glaring at the anon. "And I never said I didn't care. Only that caring hurts. Now go away." 

[shadow-of-a-guardian]

This is Munrora speaking now. I don't think you quite understand. He is mine. I can do with him whatever I want. Every drop of his own blood that was spilled with each thought of you belongs to me. It is because he belongs to me that he hasn't died yet. He is not yours, you foolish little guardian. Perhaps he was your toy, but now you don't even have the guts to keep playing with him.

Shadow breathed evenly through her nose, for once trying to contain the urge to kill. She grit her teeth, and her grip was white knuckled on her sword. "Go away," she ground out. "I take pride in the blood I spill, but do not throw the hurts I caused to him back at me." 

[shadow-of-a-guardian]

I have a message from Munrora. She says she's sorry her pathetic little slave said he loved you. She says you're free to choose any of his toys for you to keep before she figures out a fun way to kill Storm. At least you'll have something to remember him.

Shadow glared at the anon, drawing her sword slowly. "Then you tell this Munrora, that if she lays a finger on him, I will end her. Slowly. Painfully. I may not be capable of love, but he's mine. You harm him, you're dead."