Tasha shuddered as well, but she knew not to ask until Peter was ready. "I suppose that's some small favour, not having to be a part of the purifications." She rose from the bed then, and approached the man. "You seem so together, considering what you've been through. I'm no stranger to it. It wasn't the Templar, and it was one year, not five, but... well. You can see it on me. I want you to know that I understand... something."
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