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Ford studied her with a solemn expression on his face as she told him what had happened. The prospect of taking the life of someone else did not bother him the way that it should have. He knew that it was not looked at with great respect among others, and so he had opted to play his cards safely. The woman did not seem as though she was entirely pleased that she had been forced to act in order to save her companion. It was a trying thing, to be forced to face the prospect of what you would do to someone who was attempting to take something you cared deeply for.

“Then you have done a great service to your family and your home,” he offered her words of assurance. There was a thoughtful pause there, where his hollow gaze lingered on the darker portions of her frame. He wondered where she had come from to feel so deeply about her actions – how she had been shaped to care for life of devils. “Do you regret it?”