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(That goes without say Rep, Cyndwella isn’t easily lead from her thoughts.)

“I don’t want to know why you hide while Marcus fights. I’m sure it’s just as fucked as the Fates themselves. How did I find happiness? I suffered third-degree burns as a child while my village was consumed in holy fire, and I wandered into a swamp and drowned in the marshes, only to be resurrected as a Wisp and exorcised by Order troops.”

Cyndwella’s aura flared. Not in a challenging way, but an aggravated way. She was distraught and frustrated.

“Marcus stands at my side despite my tendencies. Any sane man would have discarded me. Yet he stays.” Cyndwella clenches her fists, thinking of the possibility of being alone again. “I hate to see him go, but I know the world needs men like him.”