Pointless.
Utterly pointless, this whole charade. We could burn them all to cinders, end this ridiculous threat in a single beat of that abomination's heart.
She watches me, too-knowing eyes in a too-young face. Her hands are buried in the mangy fur of the beast she rides, the one she has claimed as her own. She should not exist, and yet, I cannot find it in myself to care.
I could incapacitate any one of these fools, including that one. I am sure of it.
But here we stand, enduring Aro's endless machinations, and I await only my next order.
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