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"Sira please..." X'yrin tried to console her friend as she fell into deeper sobs. There were no need for these tears, not when it was apparently she had nothing but her own mind to fear. A gleaming of understanding in her eyes would have been enough to convince the Nomad her words were getting through. But reflected were blank, fear stricken orbs staring back at her. That was all. It was discouraging, and her ears sank deeper within her mane in disappointment.
"He may exist, but he is not here..." regardless of her body postured in defeat she continued on hoping she would grasp onto something. "He is a part of your past but not your future. You are letting the past rule you and it is not allowing you to move forward. It is keeping you from trusting your family to insure your safety. The only thing that is waiting for you is your sanity slipping away. If you truly were being watched, being stalked by these men, why would they not just take you away? Why would they sneak and watch you when you are supposedly within their grasp? Why go to such lengths just to torment you..."
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