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Hatchet paused, and stopped completely in his movement. He seemed as a statue, until his arms suddenly fell limp at his side. "Oh, Fedelia..." Out of apparent despair, he drew a hand to his forehead, and sighed. "You still don't trust me, do you?"

"Who knows where I was?" He cooed, before allowing a brief chuckle to break the ice. "I've tried my best, since that night, to find the right time to be with you. You remember that night, don't you?"

He sauntered back to the bar, slipping behind the counter. "How about that drink...?" He folded his arms, as his eyes darted over the array of bottles, each one with its own distinct glow. "Brandy, perhaps? I have it all now, Fedelia." He made that remark with a certain sense of purpose.