"The hobbit's gone. I never did like him anyways." Cree knew her words sounded harsh but she didn't like the look of the hobbit. "Grimm, may I ask you a question." Grimm nodded and Cree could see that he was worried about her. "Why do you care so much about me? No one ever has until now. Why?" She knew she was asking a question that would take some thought.
Cree wasn't sure on how her would answer her. "You can tell me anything Grimm. You should know that by now." She could tell it would take some time before her side would fully heal. She noticed a scar on Grimm's hand. She picked up her hand and placed it on his scar.
"You know pain. More pain than I could ever feel. Yet after all the sorrow in your life you can find time to take care of a cursed elf."
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And when this life is over... and I stand before the God... I'll dream I'm back here standing in my nowhere land of Oz.....
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