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Cierzo’s eyes were starved for an answer by the time Raka had responded- which truly had not been long at all. That part of her that still had a difficult time accepting the changes their lives had taken so drastically fed ravenously on the other girl's words. Yes. The short answer was yes. Heroes did kill. She nodded absently to herself, still maintaining the doe eyed stare she held upon Raka.

And then all at once she realized she’d forgotten herself. Immediately her gaze fell back to the bowl of water’s reflection, her attention focused on the darker stone of the set dangling from Raka’s horns. Should she tell? Could she? Her story… Well, she wasn’t sure what the other girl would think. Cierzo herself had no such opinions, she only had the fear within her heart and the trauma her mind still carried… She gulped, fidgeting with small muddy paws before her wisp-like voice came to her. “We- I was raised to be perfect, and I had to be. Always. But I wasn’t, and when I was married- my- my husband immediately realized I was flawed..” She wasn’t sure the young girl would be able to understand the concepts, but she seemed far more experienced than Cierzo herself.

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