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With her, on her trip towards her name home she'd brought, but one time. But then, that one time, aside from her weapons, was the only thing in the entire world she owned. She didn't even own her own body. She wondered, a moment so brief you could question its existence, if here she would find the missing pages to her story.

But then, to hinder that single, peculiar thought, she just had to remember who she was and that even her name 'Sigh' wasn't truly her name. It was just something she had come to accept, a little while ago she'd have said cherished, but now it simply guided her through routine, and she'd give it up if she was asked to. Fiore, an image as clear as day in her mind, wouldn't have liked that, she knew, and perhaps that was why she had never told Ambrose it was her name.

Her gaze darted around as a young girl came into view. The air that radiated from her was similar to the people Sigh tended to be assigned to kill, it was... cold, the best way to describe it was how she'd draw it, it was a blue colour, that was tinged with red, a haze of purple between, she decided.

Friendship, was the first word that sprung to mind as she turned to face the girl, her lips twitching as she forced them into her version of a smile. "Thank you, Friend." She responded, trying her best to mimic the cheer that had so often laced Fiore's words. "I am Sigh. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." Each word text she had memorised, not a single truth on her tongue.

With her, on her trip towards her name home she'd brought, but one time. But then, that one time, aside from her weapons, was the only thing in the entire world she owned. She didn't even own her own body. She wondered, a moment so brief you could question its existence, if here she would find the missing pages to her story.

But then, to hinder that single, peculiar thought, she just had to remember who she was and that even her name 'Sigh' wasn't truly her name. It was just something she had come to accept, a little while ago she'd have said cherished, but now it simply guided her through routine, and she'd give it up if she was asked to. Fiore, an image as clear as day in her mind, wouldn't have liked that, she knew, and perhaps that was why she had never told Ambrose it was her name.

Her gaze darted around as a young girl came into view. The air that radiated from her was similar to the people Sigh tended to be assigned to kill, it was... cold, the best way to describe it was how she'd draw it, it was a blue colour, that was tinged with red, a haze of purple between, she decided.

Friendship, was the first word that sprung to mind as she turned to face the girl, her lips twitching as she forced them into her version of a smile. "Thank you, Friend." She responded, trying her best to mimic the cheer that had so often laced Fiore's words. "I am Sigh. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." Each word text she had memorised, not a single truth on her tongue.

With her, on her trip towards her name home she'd brought, but one time. But then, that one time, aside from her weapons, was the only thing in the entire world she owned. She didn't even own her own body. She wondered, a moment so brief you could question its existence, if here she would find the missing pages to her story.

But then, to hinder that single, peculiar thought, she just had to remember who she was and that even her name 'Sigh' wasn't truly her name. It was just something she had come to accept, a little while ago she'd have said cherished, but now it simply guided her through routine, and she'd give it up if she was asked to. Fiore, an image as clear as day in her mind, wouldn't have liked that, she knew, and perhaps that was why she had never told Ambrose it was her name.

Her gaze darted around as a young girl came into view. The air that radiated from her was similar to the people Sigh tended to be assigned to kill, it was... cold, the best way to describe it was how she'd draw it, it was a blue colour, that was tinged with red, a haze of purple between, she decided.

Friendship, was the first word that sprung to mind as she turned to face the girl, her lips twitching as she forced them into her version of a smile. "Thank you, Friend." She responded, trying her best to mimic the cheer that had so often laced Fiore's words. "I am Sigh. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." Each word text she had memorised, not a single truth on her tongue.