[ He really did... and yet part of her couldn't look past him even if he was better at it. Seeing him there, beneath that tree, in her heart she couldn't see him as he'd been before... as Setanta... having failed one of her training sessions, one of the times Ferdiad got the best of him, and feeling rotten and worthless because he wasn't living up to some bizarre idea no one but himself had invented in his head...
She wiped some of her sweat away with a towel, approaching him eventually after she'd done the last of her drills, sitting next to him and sipping from her water. ]
Did I ever tell you about the first time I 'died'? When I realized I couldn't, I mean...
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She wiped some of her sweat away with a towel, approaching him eventually after she'd done the last of her drills, sitting next to him and sipping from her water. ]
Did I ever tell you about the first time I 'died'? When I realized I couldn't, I mean...