Dimithil walked along Corrowyn and tried to withstand himself from trowing the girl on his shoulders. Being held captive had not been good for her health and that fight shurely had not improved it. He could see her suffer and started to feel sorry that he did not believed her earlier. Maybe she WAS trying to be Corrowin. All she had to do was lose that cursed pride. But for some reason he had to know.
"Wait up Corrowin." Dimithil said, evading a harsh look.
"Why did you become a killer. You said it was a different story. Now that you are so kind to share, wouldn't it be better to trow it all out?" Dimithil said kindly.
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