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His friend looked at him the same way he imagined the others would, and Ashlar quailed a bit. Maybe something was wrong with him. That was wrong, though. He knew that was wrong.

She wouldn't, he replied stubbornly. He was quieter, less sure, but he knew. If he went, he would not be able to kill these others.

She hasn't killed. Not like they do. Why did they do it? We won't even ask. He looked down. He knew his friend had to see a coward here now. What if she killed three of theirs? When did it end?