The Color Gray

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She was not a hero.

It wasn't because she lacked bravery or because she lacked humanity.

It was because she was a weapon. Nothing less, and certainly nothing more.

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Scythe's voice did not waiver, "There are reasons that people turn into monsters and those reasons are always other people. I liked solitary because nobody could turn me into more of one than I already was."

Bellamy let go of her hand, "You are not a monster, Scythe."

A ghost of a smile graced her features, but it was heavy, sad, and gone in an instant, "You're wrong. Ask anyone at this camp."

"They don't know you."

"And you do?"

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