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I Didn’t Get Her Cutting At All. She’d Done It Sporadically, Ever Since The Accident And It Scared Me Each Time. She'd Try To Explain It To Me, How She Didn't Want To Die—she Just Needed To Get It Out Somehow. She Felt So Much Emotionally, She Would Say, That A Physical Outlet—physical Pain—was The Only Way To Make The Internal Pain Go Away. It Was The Only Way She Could Control It.

The Guardians Wouldn't Abandon The Last Dragomir. And I Wouldn't Have Abandoned Lissa Even If There Were A Million Dragomirs.

But All I Could See Was Her. No Skill Of Mine, No Artist Anywhere, Could’ve Immortalized How Gorgeous She Was. It Was Impossible To Believe She’d Ever Had Any Doubts About Her Body. The Firelight Shone On Her Skin, Golden And Perfect, Making Her Look Like Some Radiant Goddess Of Legend. I Wanted To Kneel Before Her And Offer Eternal Obedience.

Setting Out Around Midnight, I Couldn't Help Shaking My Head, "we're The Goddamned Hottest Vampire Hunters Ever." I Muttered.

Oh," He Said To Kiyo, Voice Completely Devoid Of Emotion. "i See. It's Your Turn Again.