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Z locked herself in one of the tents. She didn’t want anything to do with Sloane nor put anyone in danger, but besmirching the wielder who showed her what it means to live was uncalled for and was, thus, something she couldn’t just overlook. Yes, Kleint murdered a lot of people; however, it was in the name of justice. He did that solely to bring out peace and sentence sinners the ending they deserved. He’s nothing but a hero, a soul that saved a lot of innocent wielders from the hands of those who were trying to exploit them.
“The tents will be fixed soon,” said Marjorie silently, sitting next to her.
“Was I wrong to do what I did?” Z put her arms on her knees, burying her head on it as she rocked back and forth, trying not to waste any tears, especially not in front of the president.
Marjorie sighed. “The thing about words is that they’re either a reassurance or the vessel for despair. What Jane said was wrong, but you can’t say you’re innocent either. You a
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