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There’s blood on her hands. Blood on the hands of a pacifist. How ironic is that? Or maybe ironic isn't the right word at all, maybe its hypocrite. She's the Mayor of Spawn Town, the leader of the only place of peace on this entire server. She can't afford to be breaking her own rules like this, she can't afford to falter.
But Mus is slipping. Telling right from wrong is never easy, especially in a death game such as this. Perhaps one of those she trusts the most could be the one to help soothe her fears, reassure her when she needs it most. But trust is a dangerous thing, and bloody hands are so often not from bandaging the wounds of another.
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“Mus, we’re friends right?”
Her heart stutters, “Yeah! Of course we’re friends!” They grip his hand harder, as if it will somehow keep him from leaving if that’s what he decides.
Viking nods, “Yeah! We’re friends!” He confirms with a smile, “There’s nothing wrong with wanting to protect your friends. Nothing at all. You did what you had to do, Mus. You did the right thing.”