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Ran Fan had traveled across a desert at her lord’s request. She had faced homunculi in an alien land. She had endured port surgery and an automail installation in six months to return by her lord’s side. She had faced creatures that should have left her curled into a ball, drooling and pissing herself, only to become victorious.
A mere mortal shouldn’t frighten her, but it was the person at the table with her lord, the one he’d called to Xing to design a new arm for her. It was the light in those blue eyes, feverish and frenzied. It was the grand gestures made, pointing to the design with a cannon in the forearm, and the ability to add a grappling hook mode. It was the laconic expression on the one-time Fullmetal Alchemist’s face as he ate an apple, saying the most frightening thing she'd ever heard in her life:
“Better you than me.”
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