I am not used to
this. I am not used to being...stared at, like that, for my body, not for my clothing or my "foreign" appearance. I am not used to wanting to retreat, to hide like a rabbit, rather than to confront and attack. I am not used to this. I do not like it.*wraps up in a blanket and slouches down in a chair by the fire, trying to
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I'm sorry ... I'll make it up to you if I ever get out of this.
*renews his efforts to find a way to oust or at least suppress the invading spirit*
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