[Private text -> Allen Walker]

[whosthisbitch.livejournal.com]

[She'd been thinking about this since their conversation in the prison. she had made sure she was back at... well, whatever 100% she was running at here first.]

Have you got a minute? I have something I would like to ask.

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[whosthisbitch.livejournal.com]

[It wouldn't hurt. God protected them arm with not much more than a thought, keeping him safe and free from harm. She watched as he did it with a grin.] Unless you'd prefer to keep it in there longer, you can remove it whenever. [Do you get an explanation? No.]

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[whitefacedclown.livejournal.com]

Were you testing me for a good reason, other than my faith?

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[whosthisbitch.livejournal.com]

[She wants to say "Maybe; God works in mysterious ways". instead, she typed]

You are a warrior of God, you carry a holy weapon. I had to test whether you were reliable, and do what I would ask without question.

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[whitefacedclown.livejournal.com]

That's true, but I would do what a friend asked without question. As weird as this is really, I consider you to be a friend while we're here.

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[whosthisbitch.livejournal.com]

[Pause. Pause. Grin.]

You really are a strange one. But beings friends is not a bad thing. [and she's ruffling your hair. When did she move? You may never know.]

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[whitefacedclown.livejournal.com]

That's right, it's not a bad thing.

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[whosthisbitch.livejournal.com]

[She nods after taking her hand away.]

Then I am happy to call you friend.