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[ She shows up at the appointed time, and for all that she smiles and laughs with the other trainees before classes start— she sharpens, when it comes to the actual act of learning.

It takes her by surprise, the first time he takes her to the floor, and there's something in the blue of her eyes that goes black when she looks up at him. Not just the part of her that needs to be the best at everything she tries, but the part that's attuned to surviving— no, not just surviving, but killing.

She doesn't flinch, doesn't complain. She only sets one rule. You don't touch my face. I don't care if that's not what would happen in real life, I'm not walking around this house with a black eye. And if you train me right, I won't ever have to worry about it, anyway.

The rest, she takes as it comes.

And a couple of weeks after they start, a little bag finds its way to his door, containing a plush keychain and a note written in Amy's neat, looping hand: ]

Something for your water bottle.
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