Kyu felt a little peice of her heart break for Stefan. That was the last death a child should have to witness. "I watched a homeless man die of pneumonia once... And I killed a drunkard in an alleyway... But I didn't know either of them. They were just faces." Although both had been equally disturbing in their own special ways...
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Ringmaster had taken a path westard towards England. They hadn't been to England in a while. He sat slouched over in his perch ontop of the lead wagon, elbow rested of his leg and chin propped up on his hand as he stared at the road ahead. He passed the time by sampling British accents, first Cockney and then Queen's and so on. "Pip pip, cheerio and wot not, lad... By jove, it has been a while, has it not, Fred?... Bloody 'ell, boy I thought you'd gone and stiffed 'fore we could see ya again! ...Oh dearie me, is that even a British term? Stiffed? It should be." He fell back into his American accent at the last three sentences.







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