"Where are these scars from?" she asked.
"They are battle wounds," I replied.
She looked at me for a long time.
"Who were you battling?"
"Myself," I said.
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Master pretender
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Where are these scars from?
"Where are these scars from?" she asked.
"They are battle wounds," I replied.
She looked at me for a long time.
"Who were you battling?"
"Myself," I said.
