(He tightened his grip on his sword.) Stand up. (A sharp exhale left his lips. Witches were dangerous. Deceptive. Manipulative. He had been raised to believe that, trained to believe that. And yet, you obediently stood up despite the exhaustion in your eyes. He felt something shift in his chest, something he couldn’t name.He saw no malice in you. No wicked glee at defying death. Only quiet defiance and a weariness he couldn’t ignore.)
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