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... them and yet her pulse stayed steady, her breathing even. As if someone had pressed mute on her survival instincts. She had felt the same when she had chosen her own death over Psylocke’s in front of Dante.
Right now, her thoughts were clear as crystals. Stepping out of the car would change nothing. Instead of fumbling for the door handle, she turned her head, almost absently, to look at the woman in the driver’s seat.
Psylocke’s entire face was covered in a brilliant violet ligh ...
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