When she was anything, she was a Seeker. A Seeker of Truth. A spy, an assassin. An agent. A unit. A soldier. If people feared anything more than the Keepers of Peace, with their uniforms and weapons and stares the colour of cold, it was the Seekers.

A Keeper you can see. A Seeker could be anyone.

Better the devil you know.

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