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So.... You are well equipped for our service.' 'Which is?' 'We kill people.
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I will sit here but an hour or two, then leave." I yawn. "So very long as that?" When he answers, there is a wry note in his voice. "I do have my reputation to protect.
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... then he offers me his arm. As I take it, I wonder what folly decreed that women cannot walk unassisted.
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Good intentions are only lies the weak tell themselves.
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If he is smart, he will run. He is not.
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Perhaps that is because you mistake death for justice, and they are not the same thing at all.
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Every time he glances at me I feel it just as surely as if he has reached out and run his finger along my soul. It is all I can do not to smile at the sheer wonder of it.
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One heart cannot serve two masters.
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I pause at the door, wishing I could find a corner and sleep until my head clears, but the sailor said the abbess is expecting me, and while I do not know much about abbesses, I suspect they are not fond of waiting.
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This is what I want to be. An instrument of mercy, not vengeance.
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He does not start guiltily, as he should, but frowns in annoyance. "Who are you?" I slip my hand through the slit of my overskirt, and my fingers close around the hard wood of the crossbow tiller. "Vengeance," I say softly.
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And just as love has two sides, so too does Death. While Ismae will serve as His mercy, I will not, for that is not how He fashioned me. Every death I have witnessed, every horror I have endured, has forged me to be who I am -- Death's justice.