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#2012-05-24 08:20:25, as written by Jakuri-chan

The answer, and the strangeness of his actions left her feeling even more uncertain than before. He spoke . . . strangely, and that was putting it best she could in her condition. Assassin? The Dhampir had asked him to take her away? And . . . who, and what, was he exactly? Although Cináed did not let it show, there was a distinct feeling of unease laying within her heart at seeing the person who had snatched her away from evidential danger per request of the Dhampir. He’d stepped closer to her, allowing for her to gain a better view of what he appeared as, and . . . he did not appear as a human, in a way he did, and in a way he did not. The once-Pierrot did not know how to explain what he looked as, because in her whole life she had never once lain eyes upon anything quite like him.

He said something about her not being hurt, and her temperature still being high . . . asking her questions? What did he want from her? It wasn’t like she was any good at giving answers. Making choices and telling people anything, trying to give information to another, look at where it had gotten her already. By making the choice to try and save Louis life, she had gone ahead and caused a great amount of chaos around herself—and if the words of the man from before, the one who had attacked her, and called her a Halfling, were to be believed, everything that had happened that night was entirely her fault. Her existence had called forth the hiring of an assassin to damn her, to have her suffer by either having her killed or winding up having her accused of a murder, and why? All of it was a sordid attempt at gaining vengeance from someone who was long dead.

Was she really . . . a Halfling, of Salamander blood? But then, did it really matter if she was or not anymore? Human or otherwise, everything that had been her existence was shattered apart now; those she’d clung onto for her very subsistence were never going to be in her life again. There was no one to make those hard decisions for her, no one was around to give her the needed instructions to get by, and that meant. . . . That meant that she herself might well have to begin undertaking the task of it herself, and that was not something Cináed cared to think about.

Because, here was where her choices had gotten her. All of this is just. . . . she started thinking, a hand going to her forehead as she shook it with a shaky exhale. I am not one meant for such situations, making decisions and trying to guide my own existence is a dangerous venture that has only proven that I am an incapable soul.

Her body ached still, she could feel bruises forming around her neck, her waist, diaphragm and her ribcage despite what had been said by the strange man who’d taken her away at the request of the Dhampir. Even if damage to her body was not permanent, it was still enough to cause a good amount of discomfort, and then, there was the heat she could not explain. She still felt hot.

Blinking, Cináed pulled her hand away from her forehead and craned her neck upward again, looking at the stranger, and his oddness. His arms were made of metal, almost looking like some sort of machine, but . . . she’d never once seen a machine like that, and not something connected to a human. Was . . . he human? In a way, he felt like he was and in a way he felt inorganic, artificial and false. However, there is a distinct line between those. Both are there.

Her gaze almost vacant, Cináed uncertainly opened her mouth and spoke, “Why would you desire to ask anything of me? I am not someone who could be considered a viable source of information on any matter. . . .”

Snippet #1953755

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