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"Speaking of, where is he? He killed my favorite squire, that kid was basically like a son to me." He muttered, jaw tightening at the thought. "Good you are safe, though. Had to sprint up 12 flights of stairs...that was miserable."
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"You threw him off a three story balcony"
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Gale looked disturbed. "OH." Though slowly he grinned as he glanced away. "Badass move right there."
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"What's up with you? You're . . . off, what's on your mind?" He asked, sitting up.
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"You sure?" He asked, taking her hand in his and squeezing it softly.
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She nodded. "Just worried"
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He nodded, scratching at his neck and feeling the stitches.
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"Hey, don't touch" She said softly, taking his hand
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