[She looks him up and down, confusion written in her expression. It isn’t the fighting to the death that confuses her; it’s her opponent. She leans forward, peering at the man’s face as if searching for some echo of familiarity.]
But I don’t even know who you are. If... if this is Atlas... [She shakes her head.]
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But I don’t even know who you are. If... if this is Atlas... [She shakes her head.]
Why would they want me to kill you?