Something about this human makes me believe them. Even when the court wants me to execute them. It's out of my control, I can't let them go now. Something about them, says they’re a liar. She pieces her chambers looking over the moonlight Woodlands. It’s tranquility covering the fact that tomorrow will bring an execution. They brought this on themselves with its desires. Its bloodline will be shamed. I won’t make concessions for your transgressions. The human made a fool of us.
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