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angels in the hearts of men
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Half the battle of winning a war was knowing your enemy. A person would speak and each word they gave to the air would tell a story of its own. This was a learned trait, and it was something Bane applied to everyone without thought, friend or enemy alike. Standing before him was a child who had likely been deprived of a lot in her short life, a child who had been raised outside Inferni. Her speech, though clear, was far from perfect, and any other child at her age would be quite fluent. The problem with studying people was that each answer raised further questions.
She finished speaking and his smile returned. She didn't seem very afraid and he was glad for that. Nervous, yes, as she grasped at her own hands and looked up at him, but not afraid. Rather young to be able to shift, he noted. Then again, he had been young at the time too, unnaturally so. Perhaps they were just evolving towards more permament werewolf forms. "We're tied then, Miss Siobhan, because I've never seen a coyote as white as you." She reminded him of an arctic fox on two legs. "This moving thing is called the ocean," he added as he motioned towards the water. "More specifically, the Bay of Fundy. It's very nice to look at. Have you never seen the ocean before? A lake, perhaps?"
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