living breathing demons

[Corona Lykoi]

*punches this horrid, crummy, short post* :\
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“What you think I am and what I decide to do are two different things,” she said without hesitation, “and you're not one to talk.” Healer was a title, not a state of mind or a demeanour. Not to mention in their little backwoods way of living, they all had to have skills that differentiate from whatever their chosen profession was. For the same reasons that apologising didn't do anything, begging didn't sway her much either. Instead, it was the gently spark of anger in her system again that rose up and she grabbed the white-haired woman's face tightly, forcing her to make eye contact. “You didn't answer my question either. How much do you value your life? What's it worth to you?”

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