Beautiful table by ALAINE
He did not know if she was ignorant of his disinterest or if she was merely a persistent soul. He preferred not to ponder, though. New words rose to discourage silence to settle once more, and the topic took a giant leap. But yes, he knew the individual she spoke of. The man’s favoured weapon was a coarse, magnificent axe, and sparring sessions had left the blonde with aching muscles and a sense of defeat. But experience and skill had to be learned in some way, and the quiet man had taught Itachi much before he had turned his back on Anathema in search for greener grass.
Kinda saved her life too. Good for her, he thought. ”I did,” he answered, choosing honesty before silence, giving in. Young Eclipse was not a part of Anathema. Would the flawed Lykoi care to save a life if he gained the power to choose between life and death? Honestly, he couldn’t say… He had intended for Kaena to die, though he had gathered China’s fragile, damaged body in his arms when she had needed saving. He wished for things to be simple, dressed in either black or white. There was too much grey in this world for his taste. ”But not anymore.”
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