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原先發佈於：The New Dojo
2/1/2018 12:22:42 PM
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"No. Not really."
[i]Freya sighed, groaning to herself as she clenched her hands tightly, balling into firm fists.[/i]
"I can't stop her, and I don't want you to try to stop her. I'm a cripple, and if.. if something happened to you.." [i]She sighed again, grabbing Traci's hand.[/i]
English
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[i]Isabella had now taken to a more lonesome plain, while Ragnarok had been suited more.. comfortably. Where the spike had been, medics and clerics had begun to work upon the wound, with the beast lying upon the earth. Isabella only seemed to be watching silently.[/i]
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"Just wondering about it." [i]Isabella remarked then.[/i] "No matter. If she wishes to join me in leader, then she may. But the progress that we have made in these months.. it was brought upon by me. Freya's restoration of Dojoville was a success, but my control over it shall be remembered for years to come."
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"...fuсking whоre." [i]Isabella muttered underneath her breath once Traci left, looking down at her balled fist as it began to shake a little.[/i] "...Well?" [i]Freya looked over once Traci entered, unconfident and quiet.[/i]
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由Weeaboo Of War編輯： 2/5/2018 1:12:05 AM"Bella hates everyone.. it's okay." [i]Freya sighed, kissing Traci on the cheek.[/i] "I'm afraid that I'll be rather.. dull, at night. No movement in my legs, after all. But.. you should get some rest, still."
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"That dragon of Bella's is back after destroying a whole city I was still insode of. I killed some b*tch, pretended to be a girl, pissed off her sister, and almost tore my body apart saving her for some reason." Traci changed into more comfortable sleepwear before she slumped into bed, cuddling up to Freya.
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"...Did you care about her? The woman, I mean. That you claimed to save." [i]Freya rested her head against the soft pillow underneath her, her eyes transitioning from the ceiling of the tent to Traci's being. Light orange and analytical as ever, truly.[/i]
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"Ah.. that's understandable. I.. I never strived to be like my parents. Not my father, nor my mother. Not.. not even Armillion." [i]Freya sighed, shaking her head.[/i] "...Perhaps you did a good thing, or perhaps she'll return for revenge. I wouldn't know.. we'll have to wait, unfortunately."
