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<div style="margin: auto; margin-left: 20px; height: 160px; width: 160px; float: right; border-radius: 0%; background: url(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f2/35/ea/f235ea0221ea0c004e80c1720700831a.jpg); background-size: cover; background-position: center center; filter:contrast(100%); filter:grayscale(0%);font-size: 0px;border: 1px double #980202;">image</div>As soon as the question was out of his mouth, Kepler almost regretted it. Almost. It was a necessary question, but more so the question that would follow was more important. <i>Why?</i> Had it been self defense? Had it been that her mind had broken and she'd become just as deadly as the walking dead themselves? Though Kepler already knew the answer to the question. Had she meant any ill intentions towards the residents of Havenshire, such things would have been revealed in the form of red flags, red flags in which she had given them none so far. Good. It would have been a pity to cast the beautiful blonde out of their borders. When she mentioned the number seventeen, however, a brief look of remorse washed across the soldier's face. Seventeen... quite a large number for a civilian. He felt even worse then, that the woman had been subjugated to doing something that obviously caused her great mental struggle. <br/>
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"I see..." Kepler said, nodding his head as a silence hung between them. Though when she mentioned the chair she sat in, a small smile broke his interrogator's façade. She was trying to move past the darker aspects of their conversation and Kepler couldn't blame her... Though Idris' questions would likely be more thorough, addressed to both Maggie and the two newcomers she was escorting inside. <br/>
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"But I must ask... why? Was it self defense?" Kepler said then, his voice a bit gentler and quieter as he asked. The why was important. The why was a necessary question, even if he looked incredibly uncomfortable asking it to the woman before him. <br/>
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