（ she peels her shirt up from her side, grimacing a bit as the congealed blood sticks and pulls where it had spilled beyond the hasty dressing. is it her imagination, or are the eyes of that awful portrait briefly on her at the iron-stained scent of blood? ）
Every tyrant wants a perfect soldier to do their bidding. Horrifying.
I'm sorry. It mustn't have been easy for you at such a young age.
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Every tyrant wants a perfect soldier to do their bidding. Horrifying.
I'm sorry. It mustn't have been easy for you at such a young age.