Haman held her mouth in a hard sneer, as she crossed the room, and looked down at the handcuffs. There was something strange stirring inside her as she looked down at the boy. What she did next she couldn't explain why, even if you asked her too. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a fine linen handkerchief, the Zeon insignia had been carefully embroidered upon it.. She tucked it between the metal of the handcuff and the boy's wrist on one side. "It won't help much, but if you try and relax you might not rub your wrist so badly."
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Haman held her mouth in a hard sneer, as she crossed the room, and looked down at the handcuffs.
There was something strange stirring inside her as she looked down at the boy. What she did next she couldn't explain why, even if you asked her too.
She reached into her pocket and pulled out a fine linen handkerchief, the Zeon insignia had been carefully embroidered upon it.. She tucked it between the metal of the handcuff and the boy's wrist on one side.
"It won't help much, but if you try and relax you might not rub your wrist so badly."