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His hand snapped up. His fist closed around the shard. The chasing caught the slight as it dangled from his hand.
"Hmm what are you..." he thought out loud.
"It seems it does not want to tell me," he said. His voice was tinged with frustration.
"No matter," he lied, "it does not matter how the prophecy came to be, only that you are here."
After all the fire and rage that he had forced her to accept, Azrakar was now a frustratingly solid wall against her pain and frustration.
"Come," he beckoned. "Rest on the bed if you will not eat."
The glass, he thought to himself. There was likely enough there for her to make a shard to slit her own throat.
That was going to be a problem. It would take so much time and energy just to keep her alive.
"Hmm what are you..." he thought out loud.
"It seems it does not want to tell me," he said. His voice was tinged with frustration.
"No matter," he lied, "it does not matter how the prophecy came to be, only that you are here."
After all the fire and rage that he had forced her to accept, Azrakar was now a frustratingly solid wall against her pain and frustration.
"Come," he beckoned. "Rest on the bed if you will not eat."
The glass, he thought to himself. There was likely enough there for her to make a shard to slit her own throat.
That was going to be a problem. It would take so much time and energy just to keep her alive.
