"Then how should I know that you will do it right?" she asks, raising her eyebrows and then cringing in pain. I pause. She's right. All we do is fight. Why should she trust me? Especially for something like this. Still, I can't leave her here, cringing in pain and trying to sew her skin together. "You'll just have to trust me on this one, princess," I say at last. ---------- In a world not their own, two souls take comfort in each other. When the rain comes on earth, it storms. But when it storms, they take comfort in each other.
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