When... when I got dragged off for the trial. Angel wanted me to shut up so he put his sword through my ankle.
[She's fidgeting again. She hates talking about the trial - not because of what Angel did but because of how those in the stands looked at her. She had acted tough, boasted her desire to become Paladin, but all the while the disgust and fear on their faces had made her feel sick.
They couldn't look past where she came from to see who she really was.]
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[She's fidgeting again. She hates talking about the trial - not because of what Angel did but because of how those in the stands looked at her. She had acted tough, boasted her desire to become Paladin, but all the while the disgust and fear on their faces had made her feel sick.
They couldn't look past where she came from to see who she really was.]