01-23-2008, 01:01 PM
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indent He stood still, save the occasional movement of his arm. Nothing anyone could ever say would make him change the way he felt, or what he had done. The wolf was dead; they were both dead. He had killed one, and Hollow Nothing (though Ahren had not know what a change occurred in him) had killed the other. It was done with. It was over. He just felt what he felt and even though he tried to let it go the blood was on his hands. The blood had always been on his hands. “You can keep that,” Ahren said after a long pause. And without a word, he headed off. He needed space.