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[TALIA JANESSA MENDEZ]

your mind has gotten the best of you
YOU'VE DONE ENOUGH AND YOU ARE ENOUGH

Talia felt like her brain was being picked apart piece by piece as she sat in the darkness of her room. She was home alone, which was a normal routine, and Talia wanted nothing more than to feel somebody next to her. She felt she was so bothersome when she got this way, so it was best to sit there and deal with all the pain. Talia pushed herself off of the bed and paced her room nervously. She tugged at her hair in frustration. Talia slumped down in front of her window and stared up at the starless night sky, wishing she had the ability to sleep again. She was miserable every night because that was when all her demons came out and she couldn't hide from them like she usually did. Talia had no idea if she could take another night of this. Dr. Young had tried upping the dosage on her medication, but it was only helping briefly.

She wondered if there was a medication strong enough to knock her out for the night so she wouldn't have to endure all the negative thoughts that were coursing through her mind. During that time of night there was no way to block out all of those emotions when she had nobody to distract them from her. Usually she had Kale to distract her, but he was only human and had to go to bed after a certain time. Talia had several friends who never slept at the time of night, but she wasn't in the mood to be all cheerful and happy around them. The people she truly wanted to be around in that moment were peacefully sleeping some where. She took a deep breath as it felt like her chest was closing in on itself. Talia was trying her best not to cry.

There was a tiny voice in her head whispering hateful things and all she wanted to do was bang her head against the wall to escape it. She put her face into her hands and let out a frustrated cry. Talia's body was shaking all over as she tried not to let the voices in her head get the best of her. She got up abruptly and began to pull on clothes speedily. Talia darted out of her room nearly pulling the door off the hinges from how hard she tugged it open. She ran down the stairs out of the front door into the dark of the night. Talia didn't pause as she went across her front yard and down the long street in her neighborhood that lead to the center of the city. She slowed down her pace as she passed through the city and found that she was nearing thick woods. Suddenly a strong, wondrous smell filled her nostrils. Talia's green eyes scanned the darkness of the trees and she finally spotted a girl walking by herself on the trail leading into the woods.

Talia hadn't known she was hungry until she smelled the blood wafting off of the girl. She was usually good with keeping track of her hunter. The girl was bleeding as she had scars on her knees. Talia stealthily began to follow the girl, her eyes filled with hunger. She crouched behind a large tree trunk as the girl made her way to a waterfall to try and tend to her wounds. It seemed that she had more than a scraped knee. This girl had to be a hunter because at the look of her she had definitely nearly lost a battle. Talia took a step forward and the woman spun around and she screamed out, pulling a knife from her boot. There was no trace of Talia in her green eyes. She had let her hunger control her and now she saw her prey.

Talia sprinted out from the tree and tackled the girl into the water. With a lot of struggle she pinned the girl against the shallow bottom of the water and brought her lips down slowly to her neck. Talia could feel the blood coursing through her neck as her lips came in contact with her skin. She pulled back slightly to extract her fangs and sunk her teeth into the poor girl's neck. Minutes later Talia pulled away and stared down at the lifeless body in horror. She hesitantly reached down and touched the girls to feel for a pulse. A sob escaped from her lips as she realized the girl was dead. What had she done? Never in her life had she ever killed a human drinking their blood.

Hurriedly she dragged the body some where far off then quickly ran back to the waterfall. She went back to the waterfall and quickly stripped herself of her bloodied clothes leaving only her bra and underwear on and tried her best to wash the red from it. Talia pushed herself under the shallow water and pulled herself onto the grass her chest heaving. She sat up quickly when she heard a noise behind her. Talia pulled her heavy, wet hair over her shoulders."W-who's there?" She called out, turning herself around to stare into the darkness.

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What a cute little place Manuka turned out to be. Except for the hunters. They were a large pain in his ass. When he was a guardian angel, they tended to leave him alone knowing there was no way to kill him unless the charge died. Most hunters didn’t like killing humans at any sort. So they would always curse at him. Now it was easier to kill him, but rather difficult. It was only done if they found or stole the proper weapon from an existing guardian angel. That was hard to do. Being one, he remembered how attached to that weapon he had been. It wasn’t just the weapon of all weapons against demons and fallen angels, but it took a pretty good care of everything else including immortals, vampires, and anything that would die by decapitation. That was probably the one thing he missed out of everything. So when a hunter grabbed hold of it, he had to wonder what the angel was thinking. Stupid angel. Didn’t’ even deserve to have any of the honor.

Of course, honor wasn’t really important in his views anymore. At one point in his life, he would have had to defend how much of a high honor it was, but honor was nothing when he was under shackles. Freedom was the only honor he had ever wanted. However, there were a couple of sacrifices he was going to have to make. Hunters was one of them. The nerve of them. He hadn’t even killed anyone yet! They automatically put him on the dark side because he was fallen. Sure, he was on the dark side ‘technically’ but that wasn’t really the point. He was just walking, minding his own business. Nothing in particular. Nick spent most of his time walking so that he was able to calm himself down. Knowing that his arch enemy was in town wasn’t really something that suited him well. He wanted to go over and kill him then and there, but unfortunately he knew that just wouldn’t do. The man had to suffer. It was a requirement in the rules of… well life. He wasn’t walking alone either. This gentleman had once been up with him in heaven and turned into a demon. Very unfortunate indeed. He thought sometimes that he should have been cast down, but he had always been the favorite.

Out of nowhere, this woman came out with one of the angel knives and made no hesitation in fighting the pair. Nick was knocked for a couple of moments, and the old friend had been falling to the ground by the hunter with the magical knife. The hunter was a woman, angry and passionate. Under different circumstances, perhaps Nick would have been friendlier. However, Nick wasn’t known for casting mercy. Whoever she was, he did have to admit she was damn good. Even with his experience, the two fought for a long time. She would knick him lightly to make a scratch on his arm, and he would repair her by completely tearing her knee through. After that, she was pretty much done for. She fell to the ground, whimpering and whining. Nick had gone over to his now deceased comrade. Rest in peace. He left the body there for any family he had set in Manuka, turning to throw the hunters, but it seemed she had tricked him. A clever little bitch. She was gone. Normally, he would have gone home and know to deal with her if the time ever came, but that angel weapon. That weapon was in his head. He had to get that if he were to be fully safe.

So he went off into his own hunter. Following the little blood trial wasn’t hard. She had been hiding and found a way to get out of his tracks, but no matter. He had forever, and she was only human. She had to sleep. Nick would search for her night and day if he had to. The man was very patient with this in mind, just looking at the details and not getting himself focused. It was easy to remain focused when there was no real awful hardcore hatred. He didn’t like her. She tried to kill him. Killed someone he knew. Yet, he didn’t have a lot of attachment to the man she killed. That had been more of ‘hey I know you’ so this wasn’t a large deal. It was more of an inconvenience than anything else. The only risk he had here was becoming so bored that he would just end up going home. At that moment, however, he was back on her trail. A little behind her, but from what he saw, she wasn’t doing so well. She had been beaten pretty terribly. Nick had already healed his wounds.

That’s when a scream was heard. He hadn’t known the hunter well enough to know if that was her battle cry or someone else’s. It didn’t make him hurry any faster. Either he was sure he’d run into something interesting. He wasn’t disappointed. He turned to this Manuka water fountain tribute to see the legs bloody and battered with another standing over her. Oh, how rude of him. Walking in without first knocking. Nick hadn’t had very much experience with vampires aside from his mortal enemy, but he had no reason to hate them. He found them most brutal of all the supernatural because of the way they had to live, but that’s what made them so sparkly for Nick. A new shiny toy. The vampire stood back up, crawling to the grass. Nick was confused. Shouldn’t’ she stand and feel powerful? Though he supposed he wouldn’t like it if he had to do what she just did. Nick was only cruel to those who he felt deserved it. Very easily, he started to try to go towards the mangled dead body for that knife. However, he was heard. Nick sighed. Not being a guardian meant he couldn’t just poof. He was there. Still, he had nothing to hide.

Nick stepped into the clearing, seeing she was all wet from the hard battle fought. ”Oh my apologizes. I didn’t mean to interrupt. I just need this.” Very easily, he walked over to the hunter, digging through her pockets, not really having any shame in the manner. Ah- there it was. Very carefully, Nick drug out the weapon- like a miniature sword long knife looking thing- and tucked it in his own pocket. ”I congratulate you. That was done rather beautifully. A little messy, but-“ He looked back at the vampire, grinning reassuringly. This woman was rather stunning, he did have to say that. Even all wet and dripping. In fact, her clothes hung on her curves quite nicely. There was something in her face that Nick couldn’t quite place, but it wasn’t him to leave his curiosity unsatisfied.

Tag: Circe/Talia Word Count: 1153 Notes: hope you don't mind my dear <3

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[TALIA JANESSA MENDEZ]

your mind has gotten the best of you
YOU'VE DONE ENOUGH AND YOU ARE ENOUGH

The vampire had begun losing control more and more as time progressed on. She didn't necessarily know what triggered it, but she wished it would stop. Talia felt like some type of schizophrenic with all these voices in her head whispering harsh words and pin pointing every little insecurity she suffered with. She wanted to pulls the skin off of her face and only hope that would make the pain she felt on the inside go away. Talia had tried everything in the book when she first turned into a vampire to try and kill herself. Not having the ability to sleep anymore made her face her unhappy soul constantly and it drove her insane. She never shared that with Crawford because she was afraid of what he might think of her. He wasn't a judgmental person, but she did value his perception of her. Talia was fearful of her own thoughts sometimes. Some of the things that ran through her mind surprised her sometimes. She wanted to share these things with others, but not one person understood her and she was afraid she would never find anyone.

Talia was blessed to have the skill of pulling of a poker face. Throughout high school she had felt like she was floating on air. She never understood what everyone meant that high school was tough. Then the thoughts started to creep in. Talia couldn't pin point the very first day she began to feel that consistent tug at her insides. She only wished it never happened in the first place. It was hard to open up to others when you didn't even know why she was depressed. Talia always had everything she could ask for, but for some reason every morning when she woke up she did not have the energy to get out of bed. Every day became a struggle and her emotions seemed heightened. It was like she was on her period literally everyday. Talia knew there was something wrong when she began to play with fire. She was beginning to get a hold on the "pyro" part of her. She would imagine those who angered her on fire, their flesh burning away. The first time she lost control was when she attempted to burn down the salon. Talia knew there was no way to change every prejudiced person's mind, so she did the only thing that made her feel in control.

It made no sense to her that she was spiraling deeper and deeper even though she had help now. She felt like there was no hope for her and she'd just eventually become this person that was so absorbed in her own depression she couldn't even function. Talia had seen that happen to others and she was so afraid. She had so much going for her and that was the only thing that pulled her out of her bed each day. Kale kept her mind occupied as much as he could, but he would never understand that deep pain she felt so she chose to hide that from him. Remy was always her fix whenever she began to feel severely depressed. He knew exactly what to do and what to say. The hunter was the closest she would come to someone understanding her. They had that deeper connection she didn't even understand. He could just give her one look and he could assure her everything would be alright. Talia didn't know who else to turn to when it came down to her losing control. Now she knew she was shit out of luck. Who would she tell? She murdered an innocent person. The woman was obviously had been too injured to notice her or she would've known a vampire had been tracking her.

Talia would have to keep this mistake in her vault. It would be at the back of her mind, itching and bothering her every moment she was alone with her thoughts. She was already dreading it. Talia had one other vampire friend, but she didn't even know if she could confess something like this. In the few years she had been a vampire she had never killed anyone and she took pride in that. Now that was thrown completely out the window. Talia wished she wouldve never left her room. What would she do with the body now? Talia had only dragged her a couple of feet away to get her out of her sight. She was repulsed at what she did. Talia couldn't even bring herself to look over there. The vampire snapped out of her thoughts when she felt the presence of another person there. Her whole body became tense with fear. Talia didn't want to have to kill another person.

After she yelled out, a man slowly stepped out into the clearing. Talia's eyes focused on the man and she made sure to take in every detail of him. She was captivated by how handsome he was for a few moments as her eyes followed him. She watched in silence as the man began to walk over to the hunter, speaking to Talia as he did so. He pulled what seemed to be a weapon out of her pocket. Talia looked at him in confusion. Who was this man and how in the hell was he so calm about this? She was having a mental breakdown on the inside. Quite beautifully? Was he insane? And the grin he added afterwards fueled her puzzlement even more. Talia pulled herself off of the ground and wiped away a few tears that fell from her eyes."W-was she hunting you?" She asked, her voice hoarse from her crying. Talia cleared her throat and looked over at her dead body,"...Who are you? How are you so...Nonchalant about this? I-... I didn't mean to kill her. What I did was far from beautiful..." She shook her head, her emotions taking over her. Talia pushed her hair out of her face, trying her best not to cry again in front of this stranger. This man might not be as kind as Callum. Considering he had simply walked into the scene nearly unaffacted.

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Not what he expected. From what he knew of vampires, they were pretty proud of themselves. Every kill they made was just another body that needed to be thrown away. Some left the victim there to bleed themselves to a hospital. Some even went to the hospital to gain the blood they needed. Most he knew and heard of were brutal. One of his charges had been hunted by one. With his weapon and technique, she hadn’t been too hard to kill. Even if his mortal enemy seemed to impossible to kill. If he would have known, perhaps he would have gone out of his path to hunt dear Vladimir instead. Damn pirate. For now, all Nick could do was see the others and admire how powerful and what strength they had within themselves. It was as if they didn’t’ care. Shove aside whatever feels were aching and live as well as an immortal would have lived. They didn’t care. It was something he applauded.

That was why this reaction was a bit confusing to the fallen angel. Her entire body seemed to be wiggling in some type of inner pain that Nick would never understand. Even when he was down right miserable up in heaven for the lack of freedom, he had never hit that low point. Most of the emotions that ran through Nick were deep. Too deep for him to feel properly. He felt the little bits of emotion, he supposed. He was pretty glad and happy most of the time. But this anger only came out for certain occasions. The crazy in his mind wasn’t exactly the type of crazy most people thought about. It was less that he was crazy and more like he didn’t care of the welfare of others. If someone deserved to have a knife in their back, Nick would gladly take that. Or him getting paid. That wouldn’t suck. People like Vladimir needed a little more pain before their death bed, but it was all deserved. None of it was wrong. It was all justice.

The vampire was actually spilling tears at him. Nick looked at her with almost a curious cat look on her face. His eyebrow was perched, and he squinted a little bit at her, not understanding the reason for the tears pouring down her face. Clearly something else was itching at her. This had to be the most entertaining thing that night, so he stayed. Nick wasn’t exactly a therapist. In fact, most of his words were accidently brisk, harsh, and too much of the truth. Not everyone wanted to hear the full truth. In stages such as this, all they wanted to hear was something that would relax their souls. Ease them up a bit. What therapists did. He was sure they got some crazy fucking loons in there that they had to just ease and say it wasn’t their fault. Nick would be terrible at comforting someone. So that wasn’t really his goal. ”Oh, she tried. She killed a friend of mine up a couple of blocks from here. She wasn’t really prepared for me though. I see you finished her off.” He placed his hands in the coat pockets of his coat and gestured to the limp still body there. Dumb bitch.

With a sigh, he moved swiftly and gracefully over to her, his cold blue eyes locked on her. ”You ask a lot of questions at once my dear. Take a deep breath…” He paused, ”My name is Nicolas- although I would prefer Nick. I’ve been around for quite some time. Death is nothing new.” The fact he had died before probably played in with his words at this point. It was a point in life that almost everyone had to deal with. Unless you were just that badass and never tripped up. That’s how Nick planned to go out. After this after, after life, who knows where he was going to go. Especially defying the god business. Oops. ”Oh, on the contrary! I much admire the power of the vampire. So strong and beautiful. Swift. Quick.”

Although he did take surprise that she hadn’t meant to kill her. Oh dear, she was one of those vampires. Poor girl. There were plenty of angels and fallen angels that were like that as well. In fact, one of them used to be almost a brother to Nick. Theon. Dear Theon, who covered for him when Nick killed that one human. They both fell together, but he had a feeling that Theon felt sorry he fell. Silly boy. Much like the silly girl he found himself dealing with at the moment. ”Don’t hold back so much. It’s how minds are lost.” Coming from a man who never held anything back. Perhaps if he had more emotion, he’d show that, but he honestly didn’t feel anything most of the time. He was too busy enjoying the air of freedom. Not having it for so long had really taken a toll on him. ”Now my beautiful girl, what is your name?” He asked. All of the talk wasn’t exactly the cuddling patting on the back, but he thought it had enough reasoning to get her through this. Nick actually had an image in his mind. The image was perfect. This vampire who was crawling to the finish line suddenly on the top. Her beautiful features standing and dangerous to any man who came across. It gave him goosebumps. Oh, yes, he wanted to see this. It intrigued him ever so much. Her light eyes being the last many people would ever see. It was like investing in something, honestly. Nick was far too much like a child for his age sometimes. Playing to see what could happen, but if that would happen, he would stand proudly at the work he helped create. She just needed to find that.

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[TALIA JANESSA MENDEZ]

your mind has gotten the best of you
YOU'VE DONE ENOUGH AND YOU ARE ENOUGH

The shaking just wouldn't stop. She could barely even see straight because her body was trembling. Talia had never been afraid of herself. Not even when she let her anger get the best of her. Her mind flashed back to the homophobic woman at the hair salon. Talia wanted to watch her burn down with her building. But she hadn't killed her and that was what kept her sane. Now that her green eyes were stuck to the limp body of the woman she had drained dry. Talia buried her face in her hand for a few moments, trying to shake away the empty look that was in her eyes. She needed to tear her eyes away before she had another breakdown. Talia could only imagine what that man was thinking as he watched her. He probably thought she was as pathetic as she felt. Talia lifted her head up and made sure to avoid looking at the corpse. She wanted to get up and run as fast as she could and let her legs carry her somewhere. Anyways. Talia couldn't even muster up enough strength to push herself up. She couldn't take this.

She was a monster. Remy was right. All this time Talia had such good self control and she had ruined it all. If only he could see her now. He'd be disgusted. She was definitely disgusted with herself. Talia could just imagine the look on Remy's face if he had seen what she did. What if instead of the girl it would have been Remy? Talia had to choke back a sob at that thought. She could not imagine hurting him, but that side that came out of her only moments before wouldn't have cared if it was Remy or not. Talia just wanted to kill. It was like all she could hear was the blood coursing through the hunter's veins. Her accelerated heart beat as she pinned her down in the water. Talia had felt so powerful. That was terrifying. Talia stared over at her clothes, which still had bloodstains on them. She shook her head, the tears still falling from her eyes. How could so much tears be produced? She wiped at her face aggresively, her eyes locking back on this mystery man. Something about him was so eerie. It made her skin crawl. The way the his eyes watched her made her uncomfortable. He was so emotionless. Worse than Dr. Young. Who seemed not to feel a thing at all.

Talia wished she could wash all her emotions away. She had tried many different methods, but nothing ever worked. Drugs and alcohol only numbed the pain for a little bit. Talia wished she would have listened to her doctors when they told her she had a problem. She only laughed and never took them seriously. Now there she was crouched on the ground, soaking wet and skin stained with blood, crying her eyes out in front of a complete stranger. It wasn't like this was the first time either. She remembered a very scared Callum trying his best to comfort her. Talia was more hysteric then than she was now. She was just lucky not to stumble upon a human. She had focused on the hunter to forget about the pain for a short while and that was a huge mistake. Talia knew she should have stayed in the house. She didn't even want to think about her next therapy session with Dr. Young. It wouldn't go well. She knew it. There was not enough medication in the world to make Talia feel any better.

She furrowed her eyebrows as he explained what had happened before Talia had attacked her. Maybe it wasn't so bad that she had killed her. She had killed innocent people before. That didn't help her guilty conscience, but it calmed her down a bit. Talia took a few deep breaths. They each came out with a tremor. She jumped when he began to make his way over to her. Talia wasn't sure whether he was any type of threat. He didn't seem to want to hurt her. He seemed... curious about her. Talia nodded when he told her to take a few breaths."Sorry.." She closed her eyes, her chest still heaving up and down. Her eyes popped open when he spoke again. Talia wondered exactly what he was. Immortal, demon, fallen? She was speechless as he continued to talk. He was so uncaring. Something about it was so unnerving, but interesting at the same time. She couldn't tear her eyes away from him now as he spoke to her. So, his name was Nick. Talia continued to watch him in a stunned silence. He was so odd.

Talia wiped away more tears. Her vision was blurred from all the tears pooling in her eyes. She looked down at the ground at his next words. Those words applied more to her than he would ever know. Talia sighed, her face scrunching up in pain."That's easier said than done..." She said softly, her voice shaking. Talia put her face in her hands for a few moments. Trying to take in all of this situation. Everything about this was so fucked up. Her green eyes locked with his again."Talia." She replied. Talia looked back over at the dead body of the hunter, her eyes looking lost."I can't believe I lost control like that..." Talia said, mostly to herself."Does it get any easier? Dealing with death, I mean." She didn't mean the usual deaths humans death with, but the fact that she may end up murdering another person. Or even witnessing some other supernatural do it. Talia looked back at Nick, her eyes still holding that lost look.

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Her eyes were dazzling, even if the shine was partly from the tears she had been spilling. Maybe in a different lifetime, Nick would have been more of a comforting person. Someone that understood, nodded, smiled, and held when it was needed most. The only reason he would do that now would be to deceive her. While he was playing his own little fun mind game, he wasn’t going to play it like that. This one was played by building up whatever was inside her, somewhere deep the vampire within her really wanted that kill. She wanted to fill that blood on her lips and the power that she drained. Nick just knew that vampire wanted it. This stranger really wanted to push it back and not see it again. He was here to see if he could bring the vampire side in control and eventually, the stranger and the vampire within her would become one unit. It had taken him many years to figure that concept out. Once he grasped the concept, the rest was relatively easy.

She seemed unsure of him. Smart girl. Everyone should have been at least a little unsure of Nicolas. He was a powerful man, and being a powerful man, he had the right to make others cautious of what was about to hit them square in the head. It didn’t make him any less easy on others though. Nick didn’t see this crying girl and thought to leave her alone because she was in tears. All he had to do was look at her, decide it was enough to make things swing his way, and put his small plan into action. The biggest part about plan making was making sure improve was half of the plan. Nothing went according to plan. Nothing. If he did, he wouldn’t have been there right now. Watching her, he thought that keeping his distance was the best plan, though by looking at her, that was the last thing he really wanted to do. He also knew how to control himself. Contain himself and simply watch and learn from this experience. She did take care of the woman he was after, after all.

The woman really seemed in pain. He moved a little closer, smirking slightly at the sight, but keeping it to herself. No, seeing others in pain wasn’t very fun. It was only fun if they deserved it, but considering Nick didn’t know her very well if at all, it made no effect on him. It should have, but no effect was better than getting some sort of reaction from him. The reaction was usually quite harmful. At her sorry, he kept his hard stare. Those eyes staring right on his. No one could have a more brilliant pair. ”What is it you’re sorry for?” As he couldn’t really think of any good reason he would say sorry, so trying to figure out why she was doing it was different, ”Don’t apologize. Really, this is making my entire night. Not…. The reaction.” Gesturing to her blow out, ”But that striking performance. I could hardly say I could have done better.” Well he could, but not without the tools he left at home. He really needed to just bring those with him.

Was it hard to keep things back for some people? Huh. He didn’t know that. He supposed he learned something new everyday- despite the terrible cliché. It surprised him that she would say something like that. It did make sense though. Now looking back on it, he remembered multiple times where someone was holding something back. How was that easier? Holding something, keeping it from the world, having it to store and haunt you with the burden on your shoulders. Letting it out wasn’t so much as letting someone else know, but to get that weight off. To make it fly away and never to come back. Also, the sense of not caring or caring less seemed to appear from individuals who had this mentality. Like Nicolas. That also came with age and practice, but that wasn’t the point. This woman had all eternity. ”It must be hard for some.” He nodded, shaking his head after, ”Such a sad fact. Holding is stress unneeded. Letting anything unleash takes care of the tight hold. The burden you feel on your shoulders.” Looking at his nails and picking at them as if they were suddenly interesting. Oh he was already having such a blast.

Dealing with death. He paused for a moment, looking at the bloody fountain. That was an interesting question. Death had gotten easier for him, but where did it all begin. The first time killing a man, Nicolas remembered his heart beating so fast he couldn’t hear anything else around him. The man’s life leaving from his body into the next world. His sword that he himself created was covered in another man’s blood. That had been a little confusing, but after a while, the numbers blended together. In which case, ”It does get easier.” Seeing the lost look in her eyes added, ”A way of life is at hold. Cycles. Times for every season.” A cruel grin on his face, ”And food chains warping and forming. Nothing to be ashamed of. You’re looking at this all the wrong ways. You are nothing normal. Normal eventually fades away into the background. Talia- I ask you- what do you find so uncertain? You took another life? Like many had in the past? Did someone not change your life as well?” Everything that he used, twisting and forming his words to make others think. Those questions that seemed to have usual answers, but the way he formed them in the situation. It was something he mastered at.

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