One Shot Page #2

I hunt enemy soldiers.

I know exactly where and

how many there are.

Each notch is one less worry.

Maybe for you, but not for their families.

If I do not kill them, they kill me.

Is it that simple?

It's my job to shoot.

Unfortunately for them

I am very good at it.

After all I've seen...

I saw my best friend die before my eyes.

And to know that I could be next...

Nothing's worse than that.

Why do you do it?

I have kind studied.

I know more than you realize.

- Echt?

- I am.

I your culture, know your traditions,

your self-destructive nature.

Mens.

I know you have the corpse

of the woman Ceruleaanse.

You must be a sadist.

Like the rest of your species, you

have no respect for the dead.

What can you care about the body?

Her owner is an influential

man of noble birth.

You're stupid if you trust him.

I want to give her a proper burial.

I am willing to do business.

You have nothing I want.

I have something.

A metal object that you

hang around your neck.

That's a fair exchange, right?

What do you have to keep it a corpse?

There is no body, just a woman Ceruleaanse

which was almost executed by its own owner.

Depending lies, mens.

You do not believe me.

I do not deliver her killers.

And do not try to find me.

I will find you.

Do not wait on you.

Stay with me if you want to stay alive.

Where did you get your nature

knowledge and our language learned?

My mother took me in when I was little.

Ln the secret?

When I was six, I found an old book.

I took it home, opened the

and tried to pronounce the words.

My mother found me with the book.

I see the fear in her eyes before

me when she waned me the book.

I had her promise never to tell my owner.

A few days later she

gave me secretly a note.

The note was the human alphabet

and Ceruleaanse translation.

I soon learned it from my mind.

My mother found many ways

to give me secretly lesson.

When I was in was good,

they gave me the book.

I read it over and over again

until I knew it by heart.

I was obsessed with all people book

paper or quote that I could find.

And you managed to keep

this secret for your own?

He has everything found and destroyed.

See the notes from my mother fires

did more than the beating

he gave me later pain.

I was so ashamed

because I had my owner brought shame.

He recently discovered that

I've never stopped it.

Maybe I deserve death.

I know what it means to kill someone.

Every time you kill someone

dies a part of yourself.

Soon there is nothing good about it.

Do not forget that Mirra.

What your owner did is unforgivable.

I protect and defend.

What he did is murder.

We must go. The sun rises later on.

How's your shoulder?

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