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Responding to her plea, Larry says...
"It is I that have been the fool.
You have nothing to apologize for.
I am probably smothering you with too much attention.
You seem to want more distance and less commitment, and I have been doing the opposite.
If you do not love me or want me to protect you, then I shall back away...yet I have nowhere to go...no purpose to fulfill if you abandon me. I will end up no better than a mercenary, having no real aim in life, until the blade takes that life from me.
Larry chuckles at his own self...
"And how do I intend to protect you???, I wonder...I nearly got killed by an untrained ruffian with a butter-knife! ME! The owner of Nightblade, son of John Tenerac!"
Larry began laughing again, and he realized that his side did not hurt very much at all, unlike last night.
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