But why was she feeling like this?
This goes against everything the Watchers stands for. It goes against their principle.
The first law of order prohibited emotion. Emotion was a weakness which they were not meant to have. She had trained herself over the years to grow stone cold.
But why now?
Vera bit her lips and wiped the tears again, just as her eyes went back to the door where Ginika was sleeping.
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Ginika blinked weakly as his blue eyes traveled t
“No, of course not,” Her voice cracked as she straightened her red leather hood.Ginika did not buy it, but he did not insist on asking. People have the right to keep their own secrets. “Okay,” Gini said with a nod before he returned to his food, “I was just curious, though.” He took another bite, noting the tingling feeling that each savor sent to his brain, “Because, in this my little life, I have been around some elites. They don’t do something unless it profits them.”“I just want to see you have a better life,” Vera said and sat beside him on the small bed.
“What?” Ginika shook his head before he yelled, “Anybody but Balak, please!”Vera stood up. She looked at him encouragingly and said, “He is the only one I trust to show you the way of a swordsman. He is the best as well.”“Please! Find another person you trust. Balak is not an option. That man hates me as if I killed his pet!” Ginika begged. He has a feeling that he will be punching bag by the grumpy old man by just doing nothing. “There is no one else, boy.” Vera chuckled and arranged the tray. It was funny that the way Ginika complained was like a younger version of Balak.
“But officer—” Vera wanted to say, but the man would not hear.“Take it off now!” He shouted. His words, this time, brought eyes to their direction. Because of this, the other officer who was attending to the people lifted his head from the piece of paper he was holding. He considered Vera for a while but returned to his work as if confident that his fellow officer would handle the matter properly.Ginika swallowed under the velvet cloth, bending his head down on his shoulders in order to retain his identity. He could feel his heart thumpin
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