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Evening Dancer
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I... did?
I guess I did.
"I'm becoming a paladin in training. I... I can't feel the Spark, so I came to the underschool to train."
"You're not very good at long term planning, are you? You would have died down here."
"..."
"Furthermore, your deafness to the divine is more likely due to how you think than how strong you are physically."
"B-but-"
"And lastly, I think becoming a paladin is a waste of your talents."
"Wha?"
"You're an excellent fighter, but you're terribly with morality." he says, testing one of the tendons. "A Paladin doesn't sense evil. They seek it out, and ferret it from hiding with a number of techniques. There's a lot more to it than smiting and smashing. Frankly, you don't strike me as that sort of girl." he says further, threading a needle.
"Th-then what do I strike you as?"
"Someone trying to do the right thing for everyone she can. Right?"
"..."
"Let me guess, you want to help me? You want to divert me away from murder and whatnot?"
"..."
"The way to the top is paved with bones and painted in blood, decorated in gore and designed for betrayal. It is not a pretty path, but it's the one I've chosen. If you want to divert me from that, I seriously recommend against it."
"I want to help you in any way I can. The schools are in danger. That means my sisters are too."
"Then keep me alive." he says simply. he looks intently at the tendon.
He looks up at me, meeting my eyes. Wait, the teachers told me never to loo-
I see something. Like I'm sensing a cursed Item, but far, far worse. It hurts. It hurts! My eyes! It hurts! It's moving towards me! No!
Stay away!
Monster!
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