The Ball (Part Six)
The ride to their destination began to be more animated than ever, at least on the part of Roswell and Kiyoshi. They sat in front of each other, with Sora on Roswell’s side, while the coachman rested beside the man in kimono. It seemed to be a bunch of a squabbles and friendly banter, at least as far as Sora was listening to. She peeked out behind the curtain, finally they were out of the forest. Nothing seemed to be amiss. Except maybe to where they were going. Her thoughts tormented her, what had occurred a few hours earlier… it was too brutal. Even with her missions with her group, she’d never once saw them lift a hand against someone without just reasons… and even then, they’d strive to immobilize them and not just kill thoughtlessly. She closed her eyes, there didn’t need to be any
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