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She shrugged slightly, her brow furrowing. "It's not like I think they hate me or anything, but c'mon, Warns. They talk to me out of necessity....
"I have help here," he said, looking confused.
She looked up at him, frowning. “What is it?”
He blinked, looking down at her. “What?”
"It's not really a harsh thing," she said with a small shrug. "I think you love me, and that's so lovely, but I wouldn't be angry if other people...
"I think so. Everything is okay."
“I can’t help but wonder if Zad only felt badly about the attack because his weapon against Michael might be damaged.”
"Well, it's not good," he said, lying back it the pillows. "But I didn't want to stay in the infirmary."
She laughed, sounding a little sad. "Sure, but would they have been if I hadn't brought relief and hope to them? I'm not their type of person,...
"They think I have some internal bleeding," he repeated. "Blood. Inside me."
He was quiet for a long moment. "They think I have some internal bleeding."
"Sariel only thinks I'm anything special because I was chosen and I'm pretty sure Zad's just using me until Michael's taken care of. Don't worry,...
He ran his fingers through her hair slowly. "I'm sorry I didn't help; they needed to do an examination."
She wrapped her arms around his neck gently, resting her head in the curve. "Maybe. But only because they think I'm going to stop Armageddon."
He looked over at her, looking concerned. "Are you okay?"
She frowned at him, raising one dark eyebrow. "I'm nothing special, Warns. You would do well to remember that. It's all just random."
August looked up from contemplating his injuries and quickly covered his chest with a pillow. "Hey, Avice."
"Not really," she replied with a shrug. "Sariel just chose me."
He exhaled slowly, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling off his shirt. Dark, ugly black and yellow bruises patterened his chest and his stomach.
He entered his room about an hour later, looking ragged and tired.
