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〝 Oi—! 〞
and upon turning around— his lifeless eyes dilated in some form of shock — a good one. widened, he quickly turned away again. embarrassment? resentment? or the inability to face reality?
〝 Who are you ? 〞
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〝 I felt like I had to hang on. I didn’t want to . . But it was my only option. 〞
Her voice had stimulated some type of tingle to his nerves, making an inevitable smile lightly brush his duo of petals. It was hidden— yet still — he fell embarrassed.
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〝 And you? You’re a — you’re part of the army? 〞
What had he expected anyway? It was a world of survival and she had to manage somehow .. he figured her agility since they were young so there was no surprise.
Though . . . He’s not gonna let her kill him.
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Annnnd a big box of bones for her. He knew she would retain that odd amusement of hers to this day. But he decorated some of the bones with patterns of his own.
“ Merry Christmas, Jurina. “
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He didn’t speak; more so because he would be afraid to ruin her tranquility. He didn’t need sleep yet he stayed, leaning back against her to support her . . . And we’ll . . . To protect her.
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