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Sidra's hands rose up, crossing over the own scars on her body. Scars that Hadley had seen as something earned in battle from her tough demeanor, now realizing it might have been earned the same way his own had been. He looked like he should be a capable warrior, but he was as tough as pudding. His tension eased as she finally agreed with his words, taking Amy seriously. This wasn't someone to fool around with.
Asked who Amy was to him Hadley paused. He hadn't really thought about that. She was lots of things, really. To list how he viewed her almost seemed as if he wouldn't be taking her seriously. He had to try though. To keep Sidra from doing anything fool hardy. A nightmare, a demon, a monster. A bloody angel. Death. Darkness. Pain. No escape. The words spilled out, one after another, not able to stop.
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