[She hadn’t expected any other answer. The lines in the sand were drawn clearly between the two of them, and always (almost always) had been. When there was no Oracle, they ate street meat together and he said they did what friends do, she bought the birthday cake he recommended and she had held his hand and thought that it was warm and strong and shamefully comforting to know someone who had experienced the same things she did about… about how the world worked. But when the Oracles came into play, and there could only be winners and losers, victory or failure on behalf of the factions they chose to serve…
Then it was blades drawn. Enemies who fought to save something and rebuild something. She knew he would refuse. But for the sake of honor, for the sake of… something, she gave him the courtesy of a warning. But the moment he answers in the negative it’s all over. Her fingers relax on the bowstring, prepared to loose her arrow at dead center on his chest when suddenly the ground shakes, there comes a sound…
She can’t let that distract her yet. The arrow flies, shrieking through the air—-]
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Then it was blades drawn. Enemies who fought to save something and rebuild something. She knew he would refuse. But for the sake of honor, for the sake of… something, she gave him the courtesy of a warning. But the moment he answers in the negative it’s all over. Her fingers relax on the bowstring, prepared to loose her arrow at dead center on his chest when suddenly the ground shakes, there comes a sound…
She can’t let that distract her yet. The arrow flies, shrieking through the air—-]