There's a small little woman on the mansion grounds. In complete silence, she performs the routine she's been practicing for years, now. Her eyes are intent on the absent target, her mind is focused on what she is doing, but when she strikes, she cuts the quiet as violently as her hit, her jab or her kick would find its target.
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There's something about him almost reminiscent of Locke, in away - in the dryness and underlying melancholy.
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Yeah. He's got the Locke thing going a touch.
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"I can manage that."
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"Well, aren't you the joy of the party."
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