here we stand with their blood on our hands
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Toxic was drifting in and out of sleep, being awoken by Gabriel talking again, and nodded to show that he understand what was going on. If he was more awake he would have asked a question or two but at the moment his entire face was getting heavy and couldn't find the energy to respond. Faolin licked him and took the invitation, curling up right around her tail, snuggling into her skin. He sighed happily and slowly closed his eyes, listening to the murmuring around him. Everyone agreed with the leader and the meeting seemed to end. They would stay there, he assumed, until the next morning when they would get together and reform what was left of Inferni. There he would be a part of it, until tomorrow....





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