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She found herself sitting cross legged alone in a field, holding her throbbing head in one hand as she contemplated the wide blade cradled in her lap. She had found it in the pack soon after the note, it had to be hers. It felt like hers, but she had no idea what she had used it for. Still, she wrapped her fingers around the familiar leather handle and squeezed, it was yet another piece in the puzzle that was her past.

Figures filed past her as people continued to flee the homeland. She had hovered near the edge, waiting for...Someone. Someones.

As she rose to her feet she caught sight of a pair of figures a few yards away that sent a shudder of recognition sweeping through her small frame. She rushed towards them, checking herself a few paces away and slowing as she realized she still gripped the cleaver tightly in one hand. Probably not the best first impression. She stashed the blade back where she had found it and approached slowly, like a skittish animal, peering at them strangely as she tried to understand why these faces seemed so familiar to her. "You look... familiar." She ventured hesitantly, remaining back a few paces and looking poised to flee.

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She looked over at his stiff face, sensing his discomfort. It had probably not been a good idea to approach him so quickly. Everyone was on edge. But they all needed each other now more than ever.

"I'm sorry," she said, staring at her bare feet as she walked and playing with the knife that was strung around her neck by the beads. But before she could say more to him, a reflection in the blade caught her eye and a voice made her look up. The voice was soothing, though slightly hesitant. The pale girl before her did look familiar. She noticed for a moment how beautiful she was, and thought the fear in her red eyes was heartbreaking. How had it all come to this? "What's your name?" she asked calmly so as not to scare the other girl away, looking back to the man to see if he recognized this new arrival at all.

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Vincent narrowed his eyes minutely, looking at the stranger who had approached him more closely. She seemed sincere in her sympathy, at least. He wondered what had drawn her to talk to him. He was about to reply with a 'thank you', (he would use manners as long as it benefited him to do so, and sympathy for his situation might lead to help later) when a movement in the corner of his eye had him turning to look at another woman approaching. She seemed to be nervous to come any closer to them than she already was, and was holding a knife in one hand. The woman who had first approached him asked the others name, but Vincent was concentrating on the white hair, pale complexion, short stature, and red eyes. Most importantly, he focused on the knife. It was familiar. She was familiar.

He was about to ask if she was related to his wayward daughter (he'd yet to meet all of her spawn) when he was caught off guard by something impacting with his legs. It had come at him from an angle, the opposite side of his body from the side he held his weapon on. Vincent quickly brought his scythe to bear on his other side, ready to fend off whatever was suddenly attacking him. He was about to slice at the thing on his leg when it drew away again and he got a good look at the child who had come careening into his calves. It accused him of not being a 'dat'. He didn't bother to think about what that might be, but relaxed his grip on his weapon and turned to address the child.

"I am not." he agreed, then with an edge to his voice he continued "I am Vincent. Who are you?"