“You are quite a group,” claret plump lips let out a chuckle, before her expression changes to something more serious as she said, “raging with vengeance, every single one of you.”
“Who are you to judge us?” Alexandria snarks, “you put a clone of my best friend’s killer, and fake his remorse, for what?... Should have that made me feel better? Because I know it will not. The mere sight of him boils my blood and remains a possibility that he would kill another one of my people. I am a warrior, and I protect my family.”
Purple eyes just look at her, and adding more to the already filled cup of mystery that the group is trying to solve, the woman replies simply, “I am not a judge, nor am I judging.” There was a room of silence but she does not elaborate.
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