She still came by every afternoon.

It annoyed him.

He was as good as dead. As soon as they landed in Atmosia, he would be executed. Probably that same day.

But she was so damned upset about it.

"Why do you give a damn?" He asked her once when his patient had worn particularly thin.

"I have to believe you can be saved."

"Why? Cant handle the idea that there really are evil people in the world?"

Something in her posture made him quiet down.

"No…" she said quietly, "If you can be saved…then so can I."

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Author's Note: Total word count: 97