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10/13/2015 2:59:32 AM
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[b]"No, I'm not
Am now, somewhat though"[/b]
[i]She sighs[/i]
[b]"Risks must be taken
That was my last resort, but I had to anyways"[/b]
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"I feel like we could've hunkered down and let them come to us, maybe the losses wouldn't be as bad... Anyway, if you aren't part of the militia and your fighting with us, I suppose that makes you a higher up, or a merc, right?"
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[b]"Basically"[/b] [i]She yawns, as the medic walks in, pulling out a kit as he examines the wound[/i]
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"Well, I've got other soldiers to check up on. Guess I'll be heading out. And hey, I never did catch your name..."
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[b]"Ciri "[/b] [i]She flinches, as the medic undoes the stitches that where put in to keep the wound closed[/i]
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"Ah. Names Joshua, if I hadn't mentioned it. As I was saying, see you around, Ciri." [b]He leaves.[/b]
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[i]She nods, and the sound of her chastising the medic are heard down the hall[/i]
