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It all went over top what you were already wearing. Save for the sweater. Its time had come and gone.
“You clean up rather well in formal wear,” Yuliana said, having dressed herself in taut sleeved shirt and trousers, pacing around you. “Though your hair should be evened past your neck.”
“You dressin’ me now?”
“From what I’ve heard,” Yuliana said as she went around back, and you felt an unwelcome finger brush over the scar above your right scapula, “You’ve looked your best with that decision left up to others.” To hell with that. You put on a uniform because you wished to, and hardly ever wore them to standard.
…Unless Magnus had presumably referred to something else.
“Tell me,” Yuliana said as she crossed in front again, “You have no intention of losing. Neither do I. Yet unless we behead one another, or our souls meld into one body, <span class="mu-i">somebody</span> must be the victor over the other.”
“The last one sounds best t’ me.”
“As to I. Yet if you lose Magnus to me, will you simply accept that?” She stopped in front of you and stared, “Because I would not. I could say many things about you, but weakness and cowardice are not among those. Yet what happens should your courage and strength falter? Will you bow your head, or…” She lifted the other blade in her hands and drew her finger across it- a drop of blood ran down its edge. “Would you do as I would?”
>If Magnus didn’t want you, then you’d let him go. Such was what you already wished of him. Even if it broke your heart. You didn’t own him- unlike how she clearly thought. Besides, there were other good men…though not many.
>Do as she would? Probably, if she referred to hounding him still after. You wouldn’t let him shackle himself to somebody not worthy. It was the least you could do, if you truly loved him.
>Other?
