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"..Fine."
"No, but you did just give her a knife."
"But why is that evil?"
He suddenly looked unsure. "O-Oh.."
"If she gets hurt, I will kill you."
"So?"
He nodded slowly. "Alright."
She squinted at him, following.
"I married because I love you, even though you want me dead."
He offered his hand to her, his expression gentle. "It sounds lovely. Are you sure about it?"
She stood up, crossing her arms. "I'm not sure it's a good idea.. I'll come with, nonetheless."
"Uh huh. And you thought I wouldn't notice, hm?"
He looked curious. "The Glen? Is that your home?"
She looked up, squinting at him. "With a real sword?"
"Oh, sure. I always knew you were secretly evil."
"It'll be alright. Don't worry."
( : ( ) Avice pursed her lips, sitting on the edge of the bed as she inspected a small painting.
"A threat?"
"Well.. Maybe be careful," he replied, laying next to her. "They have a reason to be nervous."
(Yep.)
