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- “Wait, what about Taylor?” Asked one of the Khannite women. “Are we just going to leave her behind?”
- “What, does she think we can carry her?”
- “Are you calling Taylor fat?”
- “I’m just saying she’s big-walled.”
- I moved a couple more pixies to the entrance. At the same time, I motioned toward Naïa and wrote a message. Maryll nudged her to get her attention.
- “Can you read that out loud?” Maryll asked her.
- “…Un.” Naïa said. Her brow furrowed a little bit and her glasses gave a brief glow, then she read out loud, “She’s saying ‘I refuse to stand back while people I like fight and die protecting me. If I was remade into a death trap, then that’s what the Empires will see long before they ever encounter the rest of you. Let me be your wall. I’ll break their teeth’.”
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