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He lay immobilized, somewhat puzzled by her reaction. "Mistral, what's the matter?"
He clammered shakily to his feet, taking a bold step toward her. The scythe at his collarbone glowed a bright red, but he nonetheless reached out for her hand. His fingers were thin and rough. "Mistral, it's all right. I know you don't understand quite what's happened tonight. I don't either. But it's safe now, it's all right. I know that much." His dark blue eyes stared steadily at her face, seeking a reaction.
[ 06-28-2006, 08:48 AM: Message edited by: Killing Spree ]
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