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She knew and nodded, taking out her katana and knelt.
It was custom that when a Drasknes was given a job and they refused or, went rogue, they committed the ultimate sacrifice.
An honorary death, or as most people called it, seppuku.
She could see her godfather's eyes twitch, but nevertheless, she stuck it through her heart, the poison in the blade razing through her blood system and causing it's damage as fast as she could before the pain became unbearable and she died.
Or she thought she died.
Ilya had woken up in a place she herself had seen and had been once or twice.
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