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 Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2008 9:26 am
Shore smirked at her, and shook his head. She wasn't youthful, so she must have been older. They were young and ignorant, and then they got grouchy. Granted, life threw you crap, but she was alive, she didn't look amaciated, and that was all in her past.
"May you be reminded," Shore said sharply. "That they are not coming back for us either. You: you have the choice to at least put the hearts of the innocent at rest. To know that perhaps their daughter does rest in peece somewhere and she does not suffer, needlessly begging for someone to kill her for she is in so much pain.
"Your knowledge of how they died does not suddenly change the way they died. It is not your fault. Open your eyes, and let it go. Don't forget, by all means, but don't let it torment you."
And if she threw him any s**t about not undertsanding he'd smash her with words there and then.
Now, it was time for one of those magical exits, because he feared he'd worn his stay short. With a nod towards where he thought Betel was located, he walked out. His direction was his fruit tree, just to make sure there wasn't anything undesirable sprouting thereabouts.
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2008 9:35 am
Well. Well, well. It was good he was leaving now; Bella was damn near ready to kick his face in. He didn't understand: He may think he did, and indeed he might know part of it, but until he lived through what she had, he wouldn't fully understand. She wasn't one to voice such musings, however; that was for immature young children to shout at their parents when they weren't allowed to stay up late. She glared, pinning her ears to her skull. At least one thing Shore had said had hit home. She turned, flicking her tail irritatedly before plodding off in a random direction.
Finally, Betel ended his long, almost unheard of silence with a hesitant tone. He did really like Shore, he'd even acknowledged him before leaving, that was splendid. But, he had unknowingly reminded his mistress of something she'd tried to forget. "Mistress," he murmured, floating by her ear, attempting to soften his usually annoying voice and entreating her to feel better. "...it wasn't your fault.."
"Yes it was," she murmured, thereafter ignoring everything else he tried to tell her.
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