The Wayfarer

[Kauket]

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For a brief moment, she unclipped the mask from her head, yanking it off with considerable force, revealing her scarred face, her skin slightly faded in color from the lack of medication as well as other basic needs. A scorched streak was across the bridge of her nose, streaking her only natural eye. It seemed to be partially blinded by weapon fire - relatively recent wthin the past month, looking faded and off colour.

She wanted to prove what happened, seeing the disbelief in his face. Smirking, she made the best out of the worst, trying to keep her sanity together as long as possible, though the stressed quakes of palsy in her hands were evident as she placed the mask back on.

"Unsure. He will likely try to use me as a chip to earn information or money, and eventually kill me. "

Leaning back against the cell with a sigh,

"Doesn't matter. My affliction was supposed to kill me sometime this year. Dying was inevitable. I can only be grateful that I managed to do what I have done whilst I was alive. And I can only pray that people focus on the philosophy of knowledge, not to be pulled in to the abyss of Sirian Politics. If I die, well... I die. If I live, then ... woo-hoo...?"

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