<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">Vega couldnât help but frown at the young witchâs comments, she seemed as fragile as a piece of glass, yet as innocent as a child. He didnât know what to do anymore, only tilting his head to the side at her pleads for her grandmother. Once again he was struck by a dilemmaâ¦he had no idea wither going with what she says was a trick, or was she really just trying to save a loved one. Finally howeverâ¦his hands dropped from her shoulders, and one of them lowered to hold her own tightly, just to still have a secure grip on her in fear of her escaping him. The other brushed some hair from his eyes, and he rubbed the inside corner of them softly. His head tilted a little to look at the witch and his voice was a little calmer than before, regaining some of his lost composure. <br/>
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âIf I agree to thisâ¦and show you this act of kindnessâ¦you will come with me to the government center afterwardsâ¦the cost of your grandmotherâs life will be in their hands, I cannot bring myself to kill youâ¦for I am weak, pathetic and weak.â He looked away from her once again, and his hand tightened a little more on her own as he began walking, not even waiting for a reply from her. He just wanted to get it over with, the more he looked at her the more he saw a normal, beautiful womanâ¦not a witch like the ones who scarred him so deeply. âYour name, witch.â <br/>
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He asked quietly as they began walking through the streets of New York, he pulled her so close that she almost his into his jacket, shielding her from peopleâs eyes. Her clothes were all torn after all, he didnât really need some other thugs to jump out and cause him more struggles. âIf I am going through with thisâ¦I need to know the name of the one witch I sparedâ¦if you know me, then you know I have not let one witch live yetâ¦consider yourself my one sin, the one sin I took against myself.â<br/>
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