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Post by Fear on Feb 11, 2007 19:53:34 GMT -5
"I'm really sorry about all this..." Adair apologized, still pressing on the wound. "I should have taken the second mage."
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Post by Amaranth on Feb 11, 2007 19:55:42 GMT -5
He was apologizing. That shamed her further. The idea that another should fight her battles, should apologize for a wound, should worry about such a minor trouble... It was shameful. Was she really so weak?
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Post by Fear on Feb 11, 2007 19:57:15 GMT -5
She looked very angry, which made Adair feel very guilty.
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Post by Amaranth on Feb 11, 2007 20:02:27 GMT -5
"Don't look like that," she said softly. She hadn't meant to look angry, and she wasn't angry with him, she was angry with herself for being so... pathetic, and useless, even to herself.
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Post by Fear on Feb 11, 2007 20:08:30 GMT -5
"I really am sorry, you were probably relying on me..."
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Post by Amaranth on Feb 11, 2007 20:10:58 GMT -5
The color, or what was left of it, drained from Quynh's face. A slap. She still wasn't angry with him, since he probably didn't understand. Or maybe he did, and he was pointing it out. Relying on him. Relying on anyone. Shameful.
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Post by Fear on Feb 11, 2007 20:14:32 GMT -5
(wait...did she slap him?)
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Post by Amaranth on Feb 11, 2007 20:15:20 GMT -5
((No, what he said was a slap in the face to her pride.))
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Post by Fear on Feb 11, 2007 20:21:18 GMT -5
Adair's eyes widened as he noticed the color drain from her face. "Whats wrong?" he asked worriedly.
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Post by Amaranth on Feb 11, 2007 20:24:49 GMT -5
Tight-lipped, she shook her head. "Nothing." She pulled back. The wound still bled, but not too much. "I apologize for the trouble. I'm going home." She turned and walked away, stepping over the recumbent forms of the gang. Once she was out of his sight, she looked around to make sure he wasn't nearby, and then leaned heavily against a tree. Just for a minute. Then she'd go on. Just for a minute.
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Post by Fear on Feb 11, 2007 20:30:50 GMT -5
Adair was of course right behind her. "Look, you're really hurt, its not a sign of weakness to acknowledge that."
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Post by Amaranth on Feb 11, 2007 20:33:44 GMT -5
"YAH!" Scared out of her mind by his abrupt appearance when she was sure he hadn't been there a second ago, Quynh jumped, and fell over.
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Post by Fear on Feb 11, 2007 20:44:18 GMT -5
Adair caught her at the last minute, instinctively moving his body to protect her wound from hitting anything.
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Post by Amaranth on Feb 11, 2007 20:50:59 GMT -5
Automatically, Quynh kicked up and back and, in a contortionist-level move, kicked him in the face over her head. Then she wrenched away and realized who she had just kicked in the face. Ignoring her side, which was back to bleeding heavily, she turned around and looked at him. He had a footprint on his face. "Sorry." At least she wasn't wearing heels.
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Post by Fear on Feb 11, 2007 20:53:09 GMT -5
Adair chuckled, rubbing his nose which was bleeding slightly, then tore a large strip from his white shirt and applied it to her reopened wound.
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