[ Nina smiles softly, impossibly fondly at the scene in front of her. Somewhere in the back of her mind, the discord strikes: that this is a drüskelle and his isenulf, the hunters that chase her down and celebrate with every Grisha life ended; the isenulfs were trained, in fact, specifically against Heartrenders who were so used to their powers making them nearly invincible in a fight... she should not feel this way when she looks at them.
But she does, and she is not sorry. ]
I'll go with you. After we help wash up for a few minutes.
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But she does, and she is not sorry. ]
I'll go with you. After we help wash up for a few minutes.
[ Look, Nina has an Agenda. ]