your true strength sleeps behind your eyes

[Apollo Haddix]

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we prey as wolves among the sheep
and slit the necks of soldiers while they sleep

"Nothing’s north," he told her with a light smirk. "I guess that’s why I came home," he added, knowing it was partially the reason. "Mostly just some other travelers, loners, what have you. I didn’t really come across any sort of packs," except for one, he reminded himself. "Uhh, mostly fighting skills, really. But also, I was taught how to wield knives." Had his backpack still been slung across his back, he would have removed his weapon to show her. Instead, he cast a glance towards the idle pack, able to picture the glistening blade in his mind. "And someone taught me how to play a piano." He wasn’t sure if Iskata was familiar with the instrument, but Apollo had been amazed the first time he came across one of those magnificent items.

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