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"I see, huh, thats pretty cool. Well basically your body tenses up and you fell like you can't breath and that you are being strangled." he explained to Stacy.
"It's deferent for everyone though."he adds before answering her question, "I'm afraid to lose the ones I care about," he really had none, but that's what really scared him. If he died no one would miss him.
"Huh...that's strange, that should be something I AM afraid of, but...I've lost everyone I care about, really. And I havent been scared." she shifted uncomfortably. "Wow. I'm a terrible person!" she laughed, breathing in the soup.
Enoch walked over to her, "Stacy, you are not a terrible person. Alright?! I would know, I see both terrible and good people all the time, trust me I know."
Stacy looked at Enoch. She slowly nodded, and smiled gently, "Thank you, I appreciate that!" She was starting to feel better already. Luckily, her illness seemed to not be staying around at that moment. It just meant that next time it would hit harder.
"Although you're an assassin, I think you're a very good person to be honest." Stacy suddenly stated.
That made him feel terrible, this was the only person he had and probably would open up to. This was truly the first time he had been "nice" dice he was much younger.
He smiled at Stacy, "Thank you, should we eat? I think it's ready."
Enoch handed Stacy a bowl and spoon, he poured some soup into her bowl and than got some for himself. That was also odd, normally he got his first and let them get there's. He was doing things he normally wouldn't and it baffled him.
"Thank you!" She piped up. Sitting down, she blew on her soup until it cooled down a bit. Taking a rather-large bite, Stacy grinned. After swallowing the food, she said, "This is delicious, Enoch! I wish I could cook like this. I have to resort to raw foods," she alughed, taking another bite.
Enoch blushed at the compliment, 'What!' he thought to himself, 'Did I just......blush?' "Thank you it's really not that hard, I could help you make it sometime. Or you could come back whenever." he told her.
"My parents motto was to take what you want, anything was fair in life. You just needed to come out on top. For awhile I had a deferent mindset than them, but I guess it just worked it's way in. I tend to do things all out, unlike my parents, so I eventually became an assassin." he said after taking a bite of soup.
Stacy grinned, then frowned and put a hand on Enoch's forehead. "Are you okay? Your face is going red. Are you sick?" she placed her other hand on her own forehead to check his temperature.
