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The stranger spoke with impatience regarding the dark hooded woman. Kierkegaard’s dark lips twitched upward in a ghostly smile before vanishing. It seemed as though this was another one that had been wrangled by the sea waif. And though he knew that she had a penchant for the youth, he had never heard of fulfilling promises of any kind for her captives. Most of them left with the finest Stockholm syndrome that had ever been witnessed. Nevertheless, the ashen mercenary assumed that it was partially his duty to subdue the burning impatience inside of the young man. All answers came in time, he had found.

”She has never broken a promise,” he stated falsely. Though he could not imagine that Caiaphas would leave this sad youth wondering. She did not seem the type. ”What answers do you seek?”