[It is a little bit like dealing with a wounded animal - disoriented as she is, Lili's very close to backing up right into another wall of broken glass. She stops just a step short of that, eyes coming to focus on him as she takes a shallow breath. He doesn't seem offensive or dangerous - even though the sword at his side does make her unsure.
Given the all too familiar memories of being abused by those with swords, it's enough to make her wary.]
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Given the all too familiar memories of being abused by those with swords, it's enough to make her wary.]
Who are you? Why are you speaking to me?
[Why do you even care?]