( he’s being very blasé for them to be talking about a piece of his soul — brow furrowing, natasha shakes her head as she turns back to her companion. good to know that those are the stakes in the marketplace, though she can’t imagine why — even now, more stall owners and vendors watch them with hungry eyes. )
Nothing is worth that. ( she corrects, before it dawns on her. ) I didn’t smell anything. You think that cheap stuff had blood on it?
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Nothing is worth that. ( she corrects, before it dawns on her. ) I didn’t smell anything. You think that cheap stuff had blood on it?