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[hr]Graves stared up at Seele and Captain Lendie, the confusion plain on his face. They [i]weren't[/i] arresting him? After everything that happened he was just going to walk away with a warning? It didn't make sense. No one in their right mind should've advocated for the man that just pulled a knife on them. And yet there Seele stood, her resolve solid as stone. It filled Graves' chest with a pained sort of wonder. How could he have lost himself so? He had strayed so far from the path that he could no longer see the light. Yet still his friends stood by him. The foolishness of it bewildered him. If Seele and the others had a single inch of sense among them they'd toss Graves to the wolves and count him a loss. He wasn't worth the effort- most especially after this. Andrew would've deserved it. He couldn't have blamed them for leaving.

They remained all the same.

[color=dc143c]"I don't get it."[/color] Graves croaked, his throat hoarse with emotion. 

Fumbling hands reached down and unbuckled his sword belt. He let it drop into the dirt, sheathe and bloodied knife clattering to the ground. He didn't much trust himself with a weapon at the moment.
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