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A toothed grin awarded the decisively spoken words of the child. But of course, this girl was too young to understand what she agreed to. Slender fingers rose to brush against the vibrant crimson chaos star above her heart, the move unconscious as she thought of this strange child. Heavy ignorance was revealed moments later. A feather light sigh whistled out between dark lips, and she shook her slender muzzle, apathetic. She should just smack the child with the flat side of her blade and chase her away. This Inferni member didn’t like children. Perhaps it was because their minds were so much more simple than that of an adult’s, and Halo found many adults in quite moronic.
But this was a chance to elevate her boredom. Scarlet hues stayed with the child. It was difficult to fall on a decision. Whatever. ”You need to kill a wolf,” she answered, thinking the child should have found the answer on her own. But she was much too young. Itachi had turned out cruelly, but she remembered him at this girl’s age, and children were not as complicated then. ”What is your name?” The Centurion’s sword was removed from the ground and returned to its sheath; it would not be used today.
Your faith walks on broken glass
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