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3/15/2016 8:35:32 PM
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She pauses, a tear forming in her eye. "No, I'm afraid not. I wasn't fast enough..."
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[b]Fenrir places his hand on her shoulder.[/b] "Look at me. It is not your fault." [b]He lowers himself to look in her eyes.[/b] "Tara. It is not your fault."
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"If I had been faster he wouldn't have been able to kill everyone!" She begins to cry.
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"Tara. If you had been faster, you would've torn yourself apart. Then he [i]really[/i] would have killed everyone. Don't blame yourself. No one else does."
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She sniffles. "Even as the holy flames devoured him the twelfth time, he laughed at their corpses." Her hands begin to shake.
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[b]He holds them still, then moves one hand down, and opens the other. He reaches into a compartment in his suit, and pulls out a match, placing it in her hand.[/b] "If you ever need help, or just need to talk to someone, light it. I will be there if I still live."
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She takes the match. "Thank you."
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She takes it and nods.
