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As soon as she laid eyes on him, Tamsin wanted to run. Of course, she didn't. She had never been one to run from danger, finding a spine of steel at the most unlikely of times. "You..." Why had they come here? She was still clueless, the inkling that she had being forced down by her own subconscious trying to protect her from what Ignatius had said. But, instead of cowering, Tamsin once again became her headstrong self, "What is your problem? Why this hate? It makes no sense." Her voice was calm, unwavering, though inwardly she was terrified.