[Stilling in his grip somewhat, she continues glaring at him. There's something about his words that convey sincerity. She's not exactly sure why she believes him but she's certain he isn't lying. The sight of her bloodied palm makes her wince, and she grits her teeth as the pain starts to register.]
You're some sort of criminal, aren't you?
[No, that's not a statement that makes much sense at all but what else can one expect from a mind that was born less than a decade ago?]
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You're some sort of criminal, aren't you?
[No, that's not a statement that makes much sense at all but what else can one expect from a mind that was born less than a decade ago?]