[She looks at their words, pulling them apart in her brain. Not her, huh? She finds that hard to believe. If her Shadow was the person reveling in the kill, enjoying taking apart the world, and even her Light didn't disparage a spar--
Maybe it's just in her blood. Maybe being chained like a rabid animal and let loose on whoever dares get too close is just her birthright. Look where it's gotten her so far.]
Yeah, sure.
[That's just not a conversation she can have with herself. She rolls to the side, pushing herself up on her knees and then her feet.]
I guess I owe you one, huh? Call it if you need it.
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Maybe it's just in her blood. Maybe being chained like a rabid animal and let loose on whoever dares get too close is just her birthright. Look where it's gotten her so far.]
Yeah, sure.
[That's just not a conversation she can have with herself. She rolls to the side, pushing herself up on her knees and then her feet.]
I guess I owe you one, huh? Call it if you need it.