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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Shayuri" data-source="post: 5102100" data-attributes="member: 4936">Thorn didn't react to Doren's scolding or Squeal's pondering. As they left her, she yanked her sword back out, wiped it off, and put it back in its sheath. She then changed to the form she'd worn at the trial and in the prison, a human woman. Now the Corporal's armor hung loose and ill-fitting on her. A moment later she dropped all pretense and assumed the shape of her birth...her 'true' form. Skinny and pale to the point of whiteness, with a shock of white hair and underformed facial features...her nose just a bump, her mouth all but lipless. Her eyes burned with the dark, cold fire of the Shadow. They'd been white once.She felt that chill within now as she stared at Crag's body. She wanted to scream or cry or -feel- something, even if it was remorse. There was something there, some faint echo. Her soul wasn't entirely gone...but in hindsight, she doubted this act had helped it any.He was going to let him go, she pleaded...though whether to herself or to the implacable Shadow within her she wasn't sure...I'd have never found him again. This wasn't murder, it was justice.There was no reaction though, either to confirm or deny her tenuous position."No," Thorn said quietly, never looking away from her victim. "I'm no better. And the only peace I'll know is of the grave." She returned to her female human guise, and took the Corporal's armor off. His clothes were loose and baggy on her, but with a cinched belt she could wear them for now. Without a look back at Crag's unmoving shape, Thorn headed upstairs as well.</blockquote>

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