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Stealth stared at Enya, keeping the scar on his right eye concealed with that eyepatch. He had no idea of what to think. He looked back at Jade and shook his head, disagreeing with the consequences.
"I can't do it to the cute little kitten," Stealth replied. "If it is anyone who deserves to feel this agony, it's only me! As for your little tiger over there, I can keep the damn scar!"
Okay, so the scar is out of the question, Stealth thought to himself. He wondered what else could have possibly been on his mind. But it was so obvious. Those glaring eyes. Those ominous stares it gave him. The faint messages it sent to him with a chill down his spinal cord. He knew that this was what he wanted. If not this, then what else could have bugged him?
He knew what he was about to ask, but he just wanted to see the expression on Enya's face, letting her know that she could continue another day without the scar of his only friend's blade. He looked toward Enya's direction, just to see the level of content in her eyes, if there were any.
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