MORGAN
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"Why are you giving this to me?"
"Because I have lost faith in blood. And this," He slips the ring into her finger. "Is testament that you are my blood. Wherever you are, no darkness or creature shall doubt that you, are one of us. Remember. Choose to remember."
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