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AnastasiaFromRussia Scum/Pig. The word swung/reverberated inside of her head from the right temple to the left like a pendulum. Dirty bastard! He had locked his own daughter in a dank stone tomb, he left her to the mercy of a fate among elves – what kind of company they were! What will become of the girl? Does he avenge for his unhappy life, or for the lack/absence of friends and affection, or for the mockeries of his classmates in childhood? For his own dirty faults and the Dark Sign on his forearm or for being forced to play the part/role of a double agent? For his malice/rage, hatred, disappointment? For all that never was, which on no account depends on the circumstances – but just on the person himself?
Everything went dark before her eyes because of her understanding/comprehension of the outrageous/blatant injustice, but worst of all because of the feeling of her own feebleness. Cold and indifferent to everything except books, manuals and knowledge, the girl suddenly felt an acute/a sudden need to do something.