[ Assassin is proud of his appearance. His skin is smooth, his body is strong, and his hair is beautiful. If there is anything he can immediately take pride in, it's this. This is what he grooms for whatever praise might come his way. This is what he cultivates for whoever might come to love him.
The sadness in her voice is what does it.
In his palm is now a length of his hair — a tendril thin and uneven enough to be reasonably found in a struggle. ]
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The sadness in her voice is what does it.
In his palm is now a length of his hair — a tendril thin and uneven enough to be reasonably found in a struggle. ]
In case I can't make it in time, use this.