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Her lilting voice, dragging then rushing, is comforting, and mirrors the sashay of her walk. The overcast sun lights a pale triangle of thigh and her nose with a single long unbroken stroke. He thinks he has never seen someone so comfortable in their own skin except for himself. She holds herself like someone who has memorised every single biochemical reaction inside themself and knows exactly the process which starts and ends a smile (from the brain to the nerves to the muscle and back again), who can stop and start their metabolism just like that, just by force of will. Yes, I was. 

They leave behind a trail of footsteps that are already beginning to be smoothed over. The wind never stops blowing here. I worked for a pair of brothers and their family. They were as smart as the devil, those ones.

That would be about as much as he would say. Weapons didn't talk about their handlers. Weapons, in fact, didn't talk at all.

How about you?