You sit against the trunk of an old tree, next to a river. The setting sun reflects orange and red off the surface off the water, the silence only broken by the the quiet lap of water against the riverbank.
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there’s suddenly something in his hand and holy fuck that better not be-- )
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It doesn't wake Lin up, but in the morning, it gives her something to think about. She misses it. The annoying voice inside her head. ]
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So his zanpakutou goads him on much the same way Tsubaki does her. Maybe your power needs to be a tad contrary; wouldn't you just grow complacent otherwise? Maybe she will ask Kiba next time she sees him. Though she sort of hopes that Zabimaru's methods of discipline are just dream-y artistic licence and not indicative of reality.
With that thought, she huddles deeper under the covers and soon sinks into another dream.]
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