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[betrayedblade]

[He's sitting--lounging--in a chair with the communicator pointed at him from a table or counter in front of him. He looks very contemplative. Like he's considering whether to make this post or not.

He leans forward abruptly, his arm outstretched towards the device, the hand out of sight as it hovers over the off switch, his eyes intensely staring at the camera.]

He's back. Steer clear.

[Click.]

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[subject-17.livejournal.com]

... Wardens. Left their... assassin farm when I was sixteen.

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[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

...I am sorry, Desmond. I did not mean to pry.

I will never force you to do what you do not want to, and if I ever seem strict I apologize for I just wish your best safety.