*he chuckles and begins to remove his mask then catches him self and actually pulls it down further*
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[i]She notices[/i] "Identity problems?"
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No...personal reasons.
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"What do you mean?"
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Don't worry about it.
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"Fine then." [i]She sits down on a chair and unsheathes her sword, she starts looking at it carefully[/i]
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*he walks over to the kitchen and you can't see his face as he takes off his mask and pops a pill in his mouth the chugs a water*
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"What makes a man so afraid to show his face?"
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*he pulls his mask back over his head pretending not to hear you* hm?*he sits down in another arm chair*
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"I know you heard me."
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Heard what?
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"Don't irritate me."
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Don't question my methods.
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"What are you afraid of?"
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Nothing.
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"Why do you hide?"
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Reasons. And I don't consider this hiding I walk into the street with all my guns and everything.
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"You never show your face to anyone."
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Cause who would want to see my face...and if people say my face it would put a real hamper on how many ladies I get.
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"You'll have to show it some day." [i]She gets up[/i]
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I don't know why you would want to see my face.
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"I don't care if you show it to me or not, I just think you shouldn't hide yourself."
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It's not that I'm hiding myself....I wear it because of an accident a couple years back.
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"Which was?"
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I got half my face burned off and the other half the skin was peeled off.
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"Doesn't sound too bad." [i]She jokes[/i]