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[ If he pays it any mind, she carries the scent of roses and powder with her, though it's faint by now. Anne herself is trying to memorize him, memorize him as someone dear, as one of the few here who do seem to try for her and she knows everything would have been harder without that care. She has never thought of the threat of death as temporary even before the Initiative had announced the change.

And he seemed so sure he was bound for Hell. If he survives this, she'll ask him once more why that is. ]

Then surely with the Lord's good guidance, I will accept this gift of yours and be soon out of your way. How shall I know I have it?