[It sounds so familiar. Soldiers of God. As she and the boys she called brothers had been raised to be Soldiers of the Devil as they all called him. Good thieves who went out and brought their wares back at the end of the day, all for a bed and a roof above their head, and a bit of comfort. It had been worth it to all of them, not realizing how it had cost their souls.
How often had Nancy called herself a devil? Condemned herself to Hell? and yet Oliver had looked at her like she was an Angel sent to protect him.
She presses her lips together.] Thank you.
[If he can fall, perhaps she can claw her way up. Continue to do so, even here.]
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How often had Nancy called herself a devil? Condemned herself to Hell? and yet Oliver had looked at her like she was an Angel sent to protect him.
She presses her lips together.] Thank you.
[If he can fall, perhaps she can claw her way up. Continue to do so, even here.]