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     Despite the question, Ira remains completely silent, eyes only staring forth with pained expression. Blood begins to dribble down from her temple, descending down the contours of pale features. But the blood is ignored; it is only when the blonde’s fingers catch the droplet of blood that the assassin reacts, gaze sweeping to Elena’s face. 

     Question is repeated, and this time there is a response. Cranium is nodding in a silent answer — or at least it tries to. But with the most minuscule of motions, pain swells in bloodied side of her head. Palm cups injured temple, low groan being released from japing jaws.

               ❝Fuck — my head.❞