nobody trying to figure out if they're good or evil / pitt ardent

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— kiira | tanglewood | medic —

Softer and more sensitive of heart, the little fox's eyes flickered like a dancing candle.  Paws shifted over each other, antsy before another, more indifferent spoke.  Anubis.  Her head turned sharply, on cue, blinking up at the Egyptian, quick to flip through her memories of the research on ancient religions she'd done since his arrival.  Numerous religions believed in gods that needed to be appeased through blood. 

She felt ill, her stomach twisting into knots.  Both sacrifice and slavery simply translated as monstrous practices in her eyes.  As such, she straightened her back and took a quiet but deep breath.  The Pitt gains by any animosity between the Rosebloods and their allies.  This is a selfish endeavor on her part. Distrust and wariness quickly won over her heart as her eyes turned colder.

Anubis is right.  "W-we h-have little c-cause to l-listen to you f-first," Kiira agreed, softer in voice but firm despite herself, "con-considering your st-stature as our al-allies' enemy and y-your own im-immoral tr-traditions."

Selfis҉h. ͏Ma͏n͠ip҉ulative. ̀ ͘Slave͡r.҉ "S-so f-forgive me fo-for not t-taking j-just your word, e-especially of s-such p-painful ex-experiences, b-but I'd rather he-hear b-both sides b-before just an enemy's.  An-Anubis is ri-right, th-that you are b-biased."

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