A tiny black imp perches on her shoulder, and nuzzles against her, attracted by her Marked soul.
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I believe he was Sixty Eighth at the time. Thousands of Tier Fours wanted to topple and take over the System, and they began by ending his life. The battle that followed was short.
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*My smile drops*
Yes... we lost one of our own many years ago, marking the start of The Great War.
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Out of personal choice, I suppose.