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[b]Malform frowns. In fact he grimaces. He twitches in hatred. This was a lose/lose situation. In this state, he hated his own brother and sister but something still made him care. It made me angry. He shivers again as if about to let out another scream. Yet, he lingers and looks at Anumi, curled up and rocking back and forth. His eyes soften for a split second before filling with anger.[/b] [i]"Watch your back, traitor... Because when it's turned... Your dead..."[/i] [b]The hypocritical statement causes him to shiver again. He slinks into the exit, disappearing down the hall. He passes the guards and heads to his quarters. Anumi remains, sniveling and shaking uncontrollably. The scream hit something deep and long buried.[/b]
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Sawyer shakes as well, but offers Anumi a hug.
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[b]Anumi shakes at first, but if Damien put his trust in him... Then so could she. She returns the embrace, shaking from fear of the touch and fear of the future. Something flashes across her skin... A brilliant flash...[/b]
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"What...?"
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[b]She lingers, soaking in the moment. The final few tears pour from her eyes.[/b] [i][u]"Do you hate him...?"[/u][/i]
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"Malform?"
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[i][u]"Lucien... Though I guess they are one in the same..."[/u][/i]
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"No. I don't. I understand his fury. The deaths of Val and Damien may have been triggered by me, but it was that jealous piece of shit Caldon that killed her, and caused Damien to kill himself."
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[i][u]"I hear him at night... I think he talks to them... In his own way... I hear all their voices... Creet... Enoch... Joseph... And Malform... But Malform and Lucien talk each other so strangely... As if they truly care about each other..."[/u][/i]
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"This is a twisted game Malform is playing."
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[i][u]"No... You should listen... It's eerie but... It's like Malfom loves Lucien... I can't explain it..."[/u][/i]
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"It's horrifying. Perhaps Malform has Lucien under his trance somehow?"
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[i][u]"Just promise me... You'll fight Malform... Not Lucien..."[/u][/i]
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"I would hope so."
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[b]Anumi finally lets go of him. She stands, head hung.[/b] [i][u]"Thanks Sawyer..."[/u][/i] [b]She looks at her arms and chest in instinctual fear. She quickly buries the thought and looks up and smiles.[/b] [i][u]"They did love you... Judge and Jury..."[/u][/i]