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Valiel listened closely, her eyes focused and clear as she processed the information. So not an assassin then, who killed by choice. A species born specifically to kill.
And heal, he said, but she'd seen the lethality in his blade, the speed with which he'd moved and dispatched Phyros.
He seemed offended by the notion he was an assassin, and Valiel filed that info away. Maybe he didn't like what he was, or… really sincerely thought of Reapers as different. She'd need to learn more before she fully passed judgment.
She quirked an eyebrow at his words. "So you are bound to a code. And you broke it in killing Phyros instead of me? Can't you just…" she paused, aware that the question she was about to ask had been asked already, but the intent was different this time.
"Can't you just kill me and get yourself out of trouble?" She wasn't asking this time because she wanted to die, but… it wouldn't be bad, and Thatcher was clearly upset and in dire straits because he'd left her alive. "Or is there more to it I'm not understanding?"