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“I think… you might be mistaking me for another person.” She says reluctantly, lips quivering in anxiety. Funny, ‘I think’ was never part of her vocabulary. She was certain even when she wasn’t sure. Yet every encounter became unnerving. It was a foreign land, after all, no matter how much she’s explored the world.

She knew right away who he was there for and she’s realizing how weighty the existence is of her soulmate. Rules weren’t to be followed by the warrior, only set as guidelines, and that proved to be true to this day. This was crucial, however. It was widely known and she’s been told specifically; “Co-existing in the same realm with one’s soulmate comes with grim consequences.” The consequences? Death, first and foremost. Eternal damnation. Everything else that came along. It was all stories and she was a skeptic. No use until she’s tried and been there herself. What was ‘hell’ anyway but another dwelling? There was nothing left for her here if it came true that her accomplice and confidant had passed on.

She fidgets in place, wary about how the male still stood and stayed in place that a deep crease had formed on her forehead. But a thought comes. Arabella was trying to get to her ultimately. She swallows hard, shakes her head through the process of sudden vision. “I mean, yes… I’m Jennie,” an odd way to start. “Where are you heading… f-friend?”