[ the word "weapon" makes suletta jump as if emerald fired off a shot from the gun on her hip. just thinking about hurting anyone with something as dangerous as a sword fills her so much strangely familiar dread that it threatens a headache. perhaps if she's lucky, she'll be able to avoid using them at all.
suletta shakes her head and counts off most of what she remembers on her fingers. ]
I remember my name, my home, and a few of my hobbies. [ and deep down, she remembers luck has never been on her side. ] But nothing else. Is that a bad sign?
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suletta shakes her head and counts off most of what she remembers on her fingers. ]
I remember my name, my home, and a few of my hobbies. [ and deep down, she remembers luck has never been on her side. ] But nothing else. Is that a bad sign?