[It's odd. Sitting here, not too far from the Career. Though her bow is on the ground in front of her and knives and arrows are easily obtainable, she almost feels defenseless. There's some level of trust here, right now. Trust that neither will strike. Trust that shouldn't exist.
But it does. And it's not so difficult, either. Not when both of them are trapped in mutual thoughts. Memories. Regrets.]
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But it does. And it's not so difficult, either. Not when both of them are trapped in mutual thoughts. Memories. Regrets.]