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It seemed like her voice was distant, and sounded terrified. He wondered, then, how many years she had been abused to make her believe everyone was out to get her. If she could not raise up arms to defend herself against a doe, what would she do when the war came? Lingering doubt became conscious then, and he swallowed, suck more cold air in through his nose and lifted his head to finally meet her face. His amber eyes met her yellow ones and he found that rather then the woman he had left with, he was now looking down at a child. How had he missed this before?
“I know,” he said, and coughed loudly. Every part of his body ached, but he no longer wanted to be in the cold, and no longer wanted them exposed as long as he was wounded. “No one ever taught you to hunt, did they?” He didn’t believe that such a thing would ever exist, but his knowledge of her world was one that was limited. That bastard who had bred with his mother was no doubt used to using women, which was doubly apparent in Vieira’s petite, uneducated frame. “Are you okay?” He asked, shifting his weight on the cold ground.
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