After a year here, I thought I've seen lotsa stuff here in this City, but this is somethin' new! When I look at people I get hit by visions or somethin' like that. Some visions are weird, some are nice, some are kinda freaky . . . wonder what that means
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His soul, unsurprisingly, is nowhere near as pretty as hers. What little color there is muted, as if there's something blocking out the sun, and everywhere she looks there's bloodstains - most of it's not his, but his is there as well.
And somewhere in the middle of it all is Tseng, gun drawn and aimed at an enemy she can't see. His life is - and likely always will be - defined his work. But somehow - somehow - there's an undeniable sense that no matter how many people he's killed and no matter what he's done he's a good person. Willing to die and bleed for those he considers his. The cause of the splotches of blood that are his, perhaps?
But the answers aren't forthcoming and then the vision is gone as Tseng breaks eye contact.]
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[And while their paths were not ideal . . . they fought as they knew how.]
[While Misao had seen her own share of bloodshed, her shoul was almost untouched by it--the shadows of the swirls of blue and white and gold were shadows of rest and peace.]
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Not scary at all. You needn't worry.
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Lookin' at you ain't bad either. Reminds me of home.
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