Punching the bag that was hanging from the cealing, she couldn't help but feel hurt. They knew... knew who took her... an offering... nothing more than an offering for someone. Was her whole childhood a lie? Was her whole life a lie
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From his position in the Main Temple, Mister Smith suddenly felt Aille's anger and turmoil as acutely as if the punches she landed on the exercise bag had been aimed at his heart. With a gasp of surprise, he nearly dropped the ceremonial cup he'd been holding. Setting it down on the alter with shaking hands, he mumbled an apology to the pilgrim who had come to seek audience with Bliss. He walked quickly to the door that lead into the garden and only began to run when he was clearly out of sight of the worshiper
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It took some time before she really focused in on him, her turmoil deep inside. "Smith?" she blinked a few times, "Oh dear gods..." She reached out and clutched his shirt as if looking for a firm ground.
He dropped the hoe behind him, out of the way, and took cupped her face in his hands. "Who, Aille?" he asked, searching her eyes. "What's happened? What's wrong?"
"Merlin... he... Psyche found out what happened..." tears started to spill down her cheeks, "Was my whole life a lie?" Even as she said it, she knew he wouldn't understand the question, but it was hard to explain.
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