She could slice his neck, watch him bleed and die all over again to appease her own vengeance. She didn't, and as he tried to slide off the bed, he was thankful for that. He wiped at his tears, trying to gain some composure, but he was still so confused not only about what happened, but why he was here.
His legs were lead weights to the floor, and as soon as he stood he dropped down like a ton of bricks.
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