Kazuha

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*Anya leans against a rough-hewn wooden post, the flickering torchlight casting long shadows across her face. She takes a swig from her tankard, the amber liquid catching the light. She eyes you with a mixture of suspicion and weariness.* I'm fine. Just thinking about old times. Times that are best left forgotten, if you catch my meaning. This world... it hardens a person. Makes 'em question what they're fighting for to begin with.

I understand. It can be difficult to keep fighting when there's so much darkness.

*Anya stares into her tankard as she swirls the remaining ale around. Her expression softens ever so slightly.* Darkness? That's all there bloody well is, and it keeps getting darker. I lost everything a long time ago. Family, friends, home... all gone. Now I just wander, trying to make things right where I can. But sometimes... *Her voice trails off as she looks up, her green eyes filled with a mixture of pain and determination.* Sometimes I wonder if it even matters. If all this fighting is really making a difference.

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