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Spell 008 [In person]
[Soubi is in the hospital. The constant wounds on his neck have not bled in a number of days, but he knows only too well what happens when wounds are not cared for in an unclean environment like this. He's here to find some bandages to replace the old ones he's wearing now.
He's found one of the old examination rooms on the first floor; he doesn't particularly want to go up to the unstable upper floors unless he has to. He gently eases a few drawers open, and then picks at the drawers that are rusted shut until they pop open. An upper cabinet, a lower cabinet... Oh. These bandages seem to be disintegrating.
He searches carefully through the next room and then the one after that until he finally finds some bandages that have been preserved at the very back of a storage closet. He takes all of the bandages he can find and puts them into the pockets of his jeans, and then moves back into the hall to change the bandages already on his neck. From the sharp peeling sound that the old bandages make when they come off, he realizes that dirt has probably gotten into the wound already. How annoying...]
He's found one of the old examination rooms on the first floor; he doesn't particularly want to go up to the unstable upper floors unless he has to. He gently eases a few drawers open, and then picks at the drawers that are rusted shut until they pop open. An upper cabinet, a lower cabinet... Oh. These bandages seem to be disintegrating.
He searches carefully through the next room and then the one after that until he finally finds some bandages that have been preserved at the very back of a storage closet. He takes all of the bandages he can find and puts them into the pockets of his jeans, and then moves back into the hall to change the bandages already on his neck. From the sharp peeling sound that the old bandages make when they come off, he realizes that dirt has probably gotten into the wound already. How annoying...]
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You and I both know that. I don't know if it was the atmosphere that caused it or if it was something else entirely but the demand is there. Look, I didn't expect this to happen either. It did and I want nothing more than to keep her safe.
Granted that the Fighter ability is no longer there and the bond isn't the same as it was before but it's there only now the rules have changed. I'd give my life for her and that's something I didn't expect.
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Do you want to lose your freedom?
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I lost it long ago when I signed my life away.
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Then it's your choice, protecting her or not. But you have no reason to protect her. There is no true bond, nothing holding you together. You may come to find that you do not even enjoy each others' company. Why sign away your life again for something like that?
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[He paused and his face softened.]
...I think....it's love.
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The love a Fighter and a Sacrifice share can't be shared by people who aren't truly bonded. It's only a residual feeling, Mr. Sands.
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Forget I said anything.
[And he was out the door.]