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[ambrosial_blue]

The cacophony of the hoard had long since melted into the distance, but I was not foolish enough to drop my guard. It had to be a ploy, one of the schemes of the Wolf,Ram,and Hart. They sent Wesley in, one that had our trust, as a liaison

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[stoic_angel_]

Upstairs, I sat on the bed, gently running my hands over the spread. The cover smoothed, and I sighed.

It had been a while since we had been here... a while since we had all been alive. Cordelia had gone into a coma, but we had all been so hopeful that she'd come back to us. After all, it was Cordy- the girl that had kept the visions, even knowing that she was dying, the girl that had become half-demon so she could keep the visions. There was no doubt that she would wake up

[ambrosial_blue]

He sat there, broken like a reed that bows and takes on the color of the earth. It was foolhardy of any of them to consider him their leader. "You crumble in the face of conflict" I informed him, "This matter does not require violence, and as such you hide your face from the others in shame. A true leader would not be this lost."

I expected words to spew from his mouth, lamentations and excuses to justify his weakness. Weaknesses were not justifiable. Let him take offense at my greeting. His opinion weighed less than his breath.

[stoic_angel_]

"The conflict is over, Illyria," I said, barely even looking up as she swept into the room. "I don't see anything trying to kill us, do you

[ambrosial_blue]

"The conflict is over, Illyria,I don't see anything trying to kill us, do you?""A conflict does not necessarily entail violence. And even if the violence is done, there will always be enemies trying to catch you when the guard is dropped