<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">Vega only sighed loudly when she tripped, and his head tilted to look at her while listening to what she had to say. She was lucky enough he let her live, and now she was being slow and a liability, it was too much for him to keep his cool. She pointed at the clinic, and he rolled his eyes for a moment before walking up to her and sweeping her from the floor. He carried her in his arms, draping her legs over one and resting her head against his chest, simply to make this quick and not have her trip every two seconds. He didnât speak much when he did, and began walking his way towards the building, slowly approaching the clinic with her in his arms. âMercy is not something the strong possesâ¦at least thatâs not what I was taught. If I was strong, you wouldnât be aliveâ¦I thought I had killed whatever emotions that remained In my heart a long time agoâ¦but you proved this wrong, its why I donât know what to do with youâ <br/>
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they came closer and closer to the building with each step, Vice letting out another sigh, looking down at her for a moment. His eyes were a little bit kinder than before, trying to ignore the fact that she was a witch for the time being. âWell, Moiraâ¦enjoy your last few moments of peace, the government doesnât take it easy on your kind. If I hand you to them, my conscious will be clear of all the guilt you sprung into me.â His steps quickened a little bit more, until the reached the door to the clinic and he walked in with her, scanning the room as it was infested with diseased, ragged people. It wasnât the friendliest one you can walk into, the city was plagued with violence and pain. âFind what you need, and lets go.â</span>