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"What were you doing in Raraku, Blackmont?" Weyellin repeated, gently bringing the Pacifier back with a hand upon his shoulder. Silence. Her stern eyes seemed to pierce his, a flame of pure hatred burning bright in her pupil, and yet she seemed calm. Weyellin had seen victim upon victim who denied him his rightful authority in the name of bravery and honour, but for some reason this girl was different. Blackmont seemed not phased in the slightest. This was not bravery, it was pure stubborness, and that Weyellin could respect. Nonetheless, he continued to probe Iaira for information.
"That wall of sand. It was your doing, wasn't it?"