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         Sverre's answer stirred an uneasy feeling as Eilin listened to him. It only made sense that he was suspicious of her identity. She had recognized him right away, the moment she all but landed on top of him, why would he not sense the same familiarity in her?

It was this suspicion she attempted, and evidently failed, to avoid by leaving off her face paint and escaping his presence as quickly as possible. The more he talked, the more she found herself wishing that she could have stayed dead for him, and he for her. Being shot through with an arrow not withstanding, the memories brought about by his presence were ones she didn't wish to fully relive. And how she wanted to go back to believing that her closest childhood friend was nothing more than a human. A victim fallen to the pack along with her family.

It was Sverre's latest accusation surrounding her decisions that brought the woman's gaze back up to his, eyes hardening even as he regained some semblance of composure. Though her usual jab back at him didn't come right away. Instead, as he finished, she looked away again, taking the left-hand path this time as they came across the second fork. They were close to the scout's hide-out now, she remembered the very trees she walked among right before she heard the whistle of the arrow.

"My fate was sealed long ago," she replied finally, an edge of finality in her tone. "I will die by the hands of a demon. One way or another. I would rather it happen while fighting for my own kin, then I know I have done all I can with this life."

Her steps slowed, now stepping carefully around the brush and approaching what now looked like a white snowy lump where the scout's body remained. It was exactly where they had left it in their escape from the forest, untouched by anything aside from nature itself.

"Neither you nor I can change it," she added as she knelt down to brush the snow down off of the scout's body, revealing his now drained and frozen face that managed to look even more gruesome now than it had two days ago.

"I suggest you come to terms with it. I have."

Eilin's hand drifted down, quickly brushing snow off the scout's chest, revealing the armor she only glimpsed briefly in the fight that had taken place. Idly she traced the insignia that was etched into the metal. It glinted softly in the moonlight overhead, making her brows furrow.

"I've seen this symbol before," she said after a moment of inspection. But where?