She held that officer's sidearm in her hand. All she needed to do was ease the hammer back, and then pull the trigger. This shouldn't be that hard. What was this man, this - savage to her?
He wasn't even an aan, he was a prisoner.
He wasn't even an aan, he was a prisoner.
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There was warm moisture upon her cheek, a chip of the tile had ricocheted up and cut her face.
"Well done Aellae eir Neru." was the last the speaker reported.
The change in title was not lost upon her. She vomited.