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Resting his back against the wall of a nearby building with arms folded, Qara'Sion watched as people walked by; those who were ready to start the day and those who were ready to start the fight. His heart was becoming a real nuisance to his already growing mental anxiety as it mixed up between beating faster and slower. Occasionally he looked down at a book from the one eye he could see out of, but all the action was to give the illusion that he was simply reading. The khajiit brought his hand over the eye-patch, scratching the uncovered area above it. "...This thing is really annoying..." He thought.

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"I cannot believe you're actually going along with this. I thought you were going to tell them you would have no part?" Shenzi sighed, as she, her friends and brother stood outside of the shop. Qara'Sion looked down away from her before picking back up his head a moment after. "I just decided to help them out a bit longer, until I can get back to Skyrim again. They don't need to know my decision yet. Besides, do you know any safer way to travel at the moment than with some of the better fighters currently in our world?"

His sister groaned as she held her head. "That doesn't mean we should fight too. We're just normal men and mer, not dispensable tools."

Then there was silence amongst them. Qara'Sion knew she was right, but he also knew they needed ways to survive from the current threat at the moment. "You know me, Belle, and the fat-one over here aren't going to battle this time right? You were lucky the three of us showed up back during that goblin issue and we all, almost didn't get out of that. I don't want you to be following the heroes into death, because even if there may be only a few casualties during this mission, you may be among the few." The younger khajiit bit his lip listening to her words. It began to bother him once again to think about what he was going to do. But he simply shook his head before responding to her. "...I know. But I'll be fine, I can simply hide myself from any danger, it won't be bad."

"And how do you plan on doing that? If something DOES go wrong, its not as if this-one thinks he can simply hide just like that; even with your magic. Your eyes alone would simply draw attention to you and make you recognizable."

Qara'Sion listened once more. He closed his eyes as he dug into his pocket, taking out an eye-patch. He held it up to his sister, who's face changed to one of confusion. The younger khajiit simply placed it over his blue eye and crossed his arms in front of himself.

And his sister's face turned into a snarl. "Take that damn thing off. You look like a miniature Mufasa." "Do you have a better way to keep yourself anonymous? Because I can hide the length of my mane, I can't do anything else about my eye. I can easily appear as someone else by simply changing only a few things to keep myself out of trouble as well as do my part in this mission-" "What? Did you learn that from him too?-" "As, I, said. If you're not going to fight, one of us has to in order to keep our place with the strong."

Qara'Sion's face turned into slight shock, as did Shenzi's. Both of them had the same thought from his words. No, not a thought. A memory.

He watched as his sister shook her head before holding it once more in annoyance. "Just... take off the bloody eye-patch. One of the last things I want to think of when I look at you is a killer." Qara'Sion obliged, sensing the temper she was known to have turn into something else. "I will admit though, if worse does come to worse, you better be able to take someone down like him." Shenzi added to her sentence. The younger of the khajiits sighed mentally. He knew he wasn't like his eldest sibling, but that didn't mean he couldn't take care of himself, or keep his sister happy. "Don't worry, I'll be okay."

The argonian moved a little closer and knelt down to Belle's ear. "I'm shocked Shenzi is showing compassion aside from her yelling all the time." He spoke. Belle gave a little chuckle as she whispered back to him. "Hehe, I will admit, I can kind of sense the two of them are alike; compared to how much she loathed her fam-" "WE HEAR YOU!" The two khajiit barked, although they didn't hear the second part of Belle's sentence. Both flinched from the khajiits. "Yes, they are alike..." left the argonian's mouth followed by a simultaneous "We are not!". Yet soon they all laughed at their reactions. It certainly was a good change in pace from the thoughts of what was approaching soon, even if it was ridiculous.
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He looked up, watched, then back down to the book. Then back up again, watched, and then back down; keeping his attention on the book for a bit longer. Qara'Sion didn't want to fight, but he wanted to keep himself alive. He wanted to keep his sister and her friends, as well as his own friends alive. But he didn't want to fight. This wasn't for him, but it was something he could do. Too many thoughts and too many wants. No one was forcing him to do anything, but he didn't have many options, or any he could see.

Sighing, he shook his head and lifted his head.

"...Come on guys. Let's just get this over with before I lose my nerve..."

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