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Renegade Spirit Prancer
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I stop in the middle of the gap, unable to make a clear decision.
"He may look monstrous, but he's probably less a monster than you are."
She stares at me sobbing.
>"If you had spend as much time down here, fighting fo your survival as I did, you'd know one thing. Real monster don't die. If you would cut me I'd bleed like any normal living being. If you stabbed my heart I would die. But he won't. He's the real monster and he wants to kill you."
"That's not true. He wrote a message telling me not to trust you. Besides, everyone's been killed here by the other monster, not this guy. Their heads ripped off, stacked in the office you sent me to."
>"Of course he told you not to trust me. He spreads mistrust wherever he goes. Everything he tells is nothing but lies. You might fear the other monster, because it goes around killing everyone it sees. But the other creature doesn't deceive you, doesn't disguise its intentions, doesn't act as a true friend just to stab yor back the next second."
"Drop the knife and step back if you are serious."
She let go of the scalpel and moves slowly backwards.
>"I've been trapped here with those creatures for so long. I hoped to find somebody as kind-hearted as you, I don't want to lose you right away. Please, don't trust him."
He still stands there. Waiting without any reaction.
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