fearing death

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"I guess I couldn't call you a gentleman, now could I?" He seemed different, more imposing and stronger. "I would apologise, but looking behind you it seem it won't help" with his silver hair dangling from his shoulders I sat down. "If you wish you may kill me now" once I  had declared my defeat he seemed puzzled. Tossing my daggers he smiled
"Tell me is death what you wish?" Eyes fixed on me, I prepared my inner self for the unspoken. "Its said that death is the best way to receive rest, I  think trying it out would be interesting" I grined. "So your not afraid of death?" It was as if he was confused, though if I were him I'd be thinking 'this womans crazy'. "If I wasn't scared of death I'd be stupid, now can you hurry it up?" It was as if he was taking a stroll, calm and relaxed." I'm afraid you won't be having an easy way out"

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