The faint click of heels on polished marble rang out into the quiet corridor. No one else was awake at this time of year, only her. Winter made the rest of them drowsy and often caused them all to shut down if it dropped below a certain temperature. 

Occasionally, she would walk past parts of the walls so well polished that she could see herself in them.  She didn’t stop though, she merely continued to walk down the hall in an ineffective attempt at entertaining herself. 

Her foot steps came to a stop at the end of the corridor, directly in front of the only actual mirror in the entire temple.

Turquoise had most likely been the one to put it there, what with her obsession with checking that her hair looked perfect and that her outfit wasn’t untidy.

She looked at herself, mismatched eyes glancing over her scarred and stitched up body, her scarred face and her hair that would have reached the floor if it didn’t curl up into ringlets at the ends. 

The hand that wasn’t resting on the sword sheathed at her hip reached up and calloused fingers traced a line across the two rows of stiches that began at the corner of her mouth.

Sometimes the sight of her own scarred features in comparison to the considerably less scared skin of her companions sent a jolt of annoyance through her, they still had all their own body parts after all. Other times, she was mildly proud about having earned them, about having the scars and the acquired limbs and the stolen eyes. 

This time, she felt the latter.

Titanium smiled slightly at her reflection, turned on her heel and went back the way she came.

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