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Fabian
Dawn finally approaches. He heaves a sigh of relief, his haggard face almost beyond recognition. Placing his hands behind his back, he paces around the armoury aimlessly. ~ How is she now, I wonder... will she be able to take it... that Larry had better take good care of her, or I swear I'll kill him on sight. ~ His fingers clench and unclench absently ~ Shall I tell her the truth? What will happen to my own honour then?... Is honour all that important?... She certainly deems so... ~
With a grunt of frustration, he sits down on the ground, finally giving his exhausted legs a chance to rest. ~ She will be overjoyed when she knows the truth, for sure... yet she took in my words so readily. Does this not show that she has never had a high regard for me? If she had, she would never suspect me of such treachery... ~ He closes his eyes in agony ~ How can she have doubted me so?... Were not my intentions clear enough?... ~ His hands grip his long sword fiercely ~ She deserves all the turmoil she'll be getting, for misjudging my character! ~
A smirk forms on his lips ~ And as for that ranger, I saw the dismay in his eyes when I first mentioned the question of Mistral's virtue. He speaks valiantly, but the damage has been done. This slow poison will take its toll on him... that is what happens to those who cross my path! ~
Suddenly, he shakes his head agitatedly ~ What is happening to me?... One moment I am all concern for them, and the other I wish to smite them dead... ~ The panic grips him by the neck, almost strangling him ~ I am good... I am good... ~ With a howl, he flings his entire body onto the ground and begins to roll around randomly ~ What can I do? Nothing!... I have nothing left but this stronghold, and to lose it by disclaiming my own words would be pathetic! ...And so I must be evil...but I want to be good...arghhh!!!... ~ His ranting and raving continues.
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