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She hesitated, tilting her head. "O."
"Maybe it doesn't," he said with a shrug. "What would I know? I'm just a thief."
She visibly brightened, tilting her head playfully. "Abel," she repeated. "Nice to meet you."
"No, you're not supposed to think anything about me," he replied flatly. "You've made this mess, so now you're stuck here, but make no mistake;...
"You took me to this place. I have no idea who you are. Please? I'll tell you my name."
"I appreciate it." ** * "Ah. That's the girl I love."
"You know nothing about me," he replied sharply. "Nothing."
She stared at him, her brows furrowed. "What's your name?" she asked after a moment. "Who are you?"
She rolled her eyes. "You know how to make a girl feel warm and fuzzy." * ** "What are you gonna do? I'm injured."
His head jerked to look over at her and he raised an eyebrow. "People come to the Night Market because they don't have the money to buy what...
She frowned, raising one eyebrow. "You think they're trying to come back? What... how? Why do you think that?"
She laughed lightly, her thumb brushing across his cheekbone. "Ten years and you still think that? You must be crazy." * * * He glowered. "No."
"Oh? And why is that?" His voice curled up at the end; he was being condescending, a fact that was emphasized by his expression in the gloom.
She frowned, looking over her shoulder. "Sort of... I was 11 when the Great Liberation occurred," she said quietly. "I remember my parents being...
"I love you," she told him quietly. "I really love you." * * * "No, I can do it," he complained. "I'm okay."
"Have you ever been to the Night Market, princess?" he asked, his voice low as they walked.
She laughed lightly, crossing her arms and looking in the third room. "Will you explain to me what's going on?"
She pulled away for a moment, holding his face, his eyes soft. * * * "Are you hungry?" he asked, reaching over and brushing her hair out of her...
