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The evening after the market, starting just after sundown, a young woman is wandering around the city. She doesn't look like much - jeans, a hoodie against the cold, sneakers, slightly shaggy brown hair - and will try to stay away from the richer parts of town.
Sometimes she can be caught looking around in worry, studying the face of people that looked at her - Malin still can't quite believe that this collar is really working. That she really looks human again.
But she does. Looking down at her own hands, looking at her reflection, watching other people's reaction to her, she clearly does.
With time, she will grow bolder, even approach people - sometimes to just exchange a greeting with someone taking their dog out after work, sometimes to bother a promising looking person for a few dollars, sometimes to ask the way to a soup kitchen or a cheap club. Not that she wants to go to those places or really needs money, but she wants to try out this illusion and also... talk to people.
Sometimes she can be caught looking around in worry, studying the face of people that looked at her - Malin still can't quite believe that this collar is really working. That she really looks human again.
But she does. Looking down at her own hands, looking at her reflection, watching other people's reaction to her, she clearly does.
With time, she will grow bolder, even approach people - sometimes to just exchange a greeting with someone taking their dog out after work, sometimes to bother a promising looking person for a few dollars, sometimes to ask the way to a soup kitchen or a cheap club. Not that she wants to go to those places or really needs money, but she wants to try out this illusion and also... talk to people.
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Because then you'll have nowhere to go to.
Is she on the run? She doesn't know. Maybe, but if they really have no contact to the outside world here, she's a lot less in trouble than back home. And now that she has a human appearance again... She'll still watch out for vampires. Because diablerie can't be hidden, she's been told, at least not in the months or years after. It was all a bit vague, which she didn't worry about then but which makes this harder now. But it's a risk not worth taking.
And besides, she still can't figure out who even rules this city and where they are.
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Still... if he's here, maybe he doesn't have to fight. He's never liked the idea of fighting... and while he still has the need to go back and fight...
No. Part of him burns with shame at the idea of running from a fight, and he takes a step back, face contorting in anger. "I have to go back. I have to... I can't let them win. If they win, we're all dead."
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Who are "they"?"
Sorry, did you think she was particularly invested in feelings of duty?
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... Maybe he should have shut up.
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"And is there a realistic chance of defeating them if you go back?"
Not that she'd have any idea how going back should be possible. So far she's found nothing.
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Because pointless heroics will see you dead. It's as easy as that.
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She raises and eyebrow at him, though not for long because she is also keeping an eye on the way ahead of them and trying to at the same time keep an eye on their surroundings. Being wary never hurts.
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"But yeah, I think you'll be forced to stay here. I doubt there's a way out."