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Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad follows a certain Creed. (
allispermitted
) wrote in
utr_logs
,
She was gone.
His shoulders bowed, Altaïr didn't let her go yet. Her breathing had ceased and he knew that life had fled as surely as it had with Maria.
Why? Would life be nothing but violent partings? Was that the true price of being an Assassin? He already knew the answer of that.
Gently laying Qing on the ground, he stood, trying to think of how to transport her body safely. He owed her at least that much.
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