Sera"I'm sorry, Mina.""No, no, no," Mina interrupted. Her voice was soft, but the edge remained. "Don't cry. Oh, please don't do that now."She came low again, watching me closely, as if I were a new creature she needed to understand. She pushed a stray strand of hair away from my forehead, her touch light but lacking any warmth."Growing up," Mina started, her voice taking on a rhythmic, storytelling quality, "the only time I ever saw blood or physical violence was on my mother." She laughed. "Sera, it wasn't a good sight. I spent my nights seeing her in that state. Every night, she was covered in it. And the one thing I always thought about—weirdly—was how I never imagined one person could produce that much blood."Mina shook her head, her dark hair casting long shadows over her shoulders. "I never wanted to see anything like that again. Blood became the one thing I wanted to avoid." She scoffed, her lip curling. "But thanks to you, I got to watch an entire scenario where your mot
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