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Galatea shot a glance at the other Claymore, her eyebrows arching at the mention of the Black Card. It had been ages since she'd even thought about something like that.
“Wanting to rescue your is not selfish. If anything, it shows a level of nobility that surpasses --
-- many of our fellow warriors. Still, I would recommend keeping a distance from another Claymore.”
In an instant, her expression shifted to one of gravity, her voice taking on a serious tone, though her amber eyes remained fixated on the grave marker before them.
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I can't decide which version of Galatea I like more—Claymore, or as a blind nun later on. When she became blind, she certainly changed. I think it's a good character arc for her.
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A moment of silence passes between the two comrades as they stare down at the blade that is embedded in the ground—a marker for the fallen Claymore.
"You grieve for someone who forced your hand against them, this friend of yours."
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Galatea did not know Elena very well, nor would she ever claim to have known her. Apart from what she had heard in passing and sensed in her yoki sensing abilities, this fallen one was a mystery to her.
“You did right by her. You spared --
Eyes of silver stared back at the other as she waved her hands in front of her face. She did not wish to fight?
Galatea chuckles, and the corners of her lips curl upwards into a smug grin.
“Are you scared to face me in combat because you know that you will lose?”
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“That one's will is strong, stronger than most. To be on the brink of becoming what she has fought so hard to destroy, only to bring herself back with seconds to spare. She is one to watch out for. Claire, you are something else, 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚
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“When one of the five senses are gone, the other's are heightened, so they say. Even without my eyes, I can sense your youki as if I were staring you in the face!”
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