PITY ON HER, BUT WE CAN’T HELP HER

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“Let’s get to training now,” I instructed him. The guy raised his brow and wondered if it was alright for me to engage in it. After all, I was “poisoned”. Anyways, that wasn’t a substantial excuse to slow down since I was capable of healing myself and the others unconsciously. I wasn’t aware of my origin, yet I fancied the power that I had been endowed.  “A power that heals is obviously better than the one that destroys,” I muttered indistinctly.  “What?” asked Noah since he clearly heard me mouth some incomprehensible words.  I simply smiled and then massaged my knobby knees as I needed to move. Since I contained such a remarkable gift, it was a must that I shared it with the other people. Thus, I needed to get ahead of the challenge that my own body posed against me. I couldn’t jus

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