[Meme]
Tell me about a story I haven't written, and I will give you 1-3 sentences from or about it.
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The sword rests on the ground between them, where Cass put it down. She’s huddled back now, her shoulders hunched in a way that make her look younger, and it’s clear she’s not going to come any closer.
Anthy makes no move to reach for it.
“Technically, we’re engaged now,” honesty spurs her to say, helpfully. That a streak of mischief runs through it is inconsequential.
Cass doesn’t look up. The sword worries her a lot more than the engagement. With reasons: Anthy’s going to waive that clause aside.
“I… haven’t used a sword in a long time,” Cass says. “Since he made me.”
Anthy shifts.
“I swore myself I wouldn’t, ever.” Her arms drop by her side, and she looks up at Anthy, eyes narrowed and intense. “But… I had to save them. And then - the sword was there.” With a jerk of the chin, she gestures at Anthy.
Anthy’s lips are dry. She passes her tongue over them, and asks her question. “Why did you do it?”
“Instinct,” Cass says, mechanically, and her arms wrap around her knees again, and her chin rest on her knees.
They spend a long time staring at the flames flickering, thinking about the past.
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