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She didn't turn around at Laisin words, as it was that he sort of made her feel somewhat foolish. "Forgive my assumption," she said finally glancing at him with a stoic look on her face. She didn't say anything farther to the rest of what he said because she could understand what a pain it would be to hear what everyone was thinking.

She dreaded her own thoughts most of the time or lack thereof.

A bow, ok was all she thought as she looked at the weapon on the table. There were bows of all shapes and sizes, but nothing seemed right about them. In the back corner she noticed a dark cloth covering up a few weapons leaning against the wall. She went over and moved the cloth aside for a better look and then she saw it. The shaft was silver, etched with a design of a tiger along its length, next to it was an quiver full of red feathered arrows. She bent down and ran her finger down the length of the shaft and felt something stir within her heart. She hadn't thought her love of tigers as something she would connect to a past life it was just that she loved to look into the eyes of such fierce-some creatures and she felt a peace like they could read her thoughts and everything was ok.

During her worse foster homes she had carried a plush tiger with her to keep her company, it had been her saving grace during the fighting, drinking, and abuse. She had only been hit twice in her life, both in defense of a younger sibling. She called the police countless more, she hated anything that thought hurting something less defenseless was a good idea. Before Nona, her life hadn't been worth anything, and even thought it had taken some time, she had loved that old woman more then anything. She had finally found freedom, before she was kidnapped and thrown into this bizarre situation.

She picked up the bow and held it and something else caught her eye. It was a dagger, the blade looked like any other, but the hilt made Angelique pale. Was it completely possible that it was the same dagger that she had just seen protruding from her side just moments before. She looked at Laisin, but couldn't ask the question that had somehow stuck in her throat.

Her destruction was lying in front of her, so why was she so eager to go forth with whatever this was. She finally turned to Morrigan again, "I don't get it, what exactly is the point of these weapons."

She actually waiting for someone to make a bad pun out of her question. Maybe a bad rendition of Peter Piper...picking pointy projectiles or something like that.