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#148
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Suzerain of Sheol
Desolation Denizen
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"It's fine! I won't shoot!" She dismisses the phantasm and sets about trying to clean the slime off of her boots.
And then she hears the second voice calling at her down the road.
...what?
WHAT?!
Fumbling to get her boots back on, she stomps back up the road to demand an explanation from the Sylvari.
Cold silence has a tendency
to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers.
Between supposed brothers.
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Posted 10-08-2015, 01:29 PM
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