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Forgive me once more. I am not good at this sort of thing.
I first met Rho in the heat of battle, we were attacking Southampton for the
second time and were regrouping when all of a sudden this raven comes
streaking in and changes into a human. I guessed she was Gangrel, and
thought maybe she was like me, changing into a raven and all, so I stepped
in front of all the guns and asked her who she was. She
said she was Rho-an of Clan Gangrel, that her sire was Jack Fletcher and she
was seeking out me. You can imagine that kind of took me by surprise.. so I
introduced her to the Prince, who acknowledged her on the spot -after some
rather hasty tests. We fought side by side, not really knowing eachother
then, but we felt a kinship. She infiltrated the black spiral dancer hole,
she made her way through various Sabbat traps, we flew away from the
exploding windmill.. we fought side by side and never once doubted the
other.
She never really talked much about her past.... we never really got the
chance to talk about it.... but from what I
could gather, she was raised on a farm somewhere way out in the middle of
nowhere. Took her a hundred years to find us, during which time she
survived by herself..
The night before the ball.. she told me she was making peace with Jack
Fletcher. Christian had managed to find him and we met with him, they ended
their quarrel before she left this world. For that, Christian, I am
eternally grateful.
She was the one that got the final blow in on the squid
before it escaped.
I warned her about the coming trouble at the ball. She.. gave herself for
her little sister, protected me as I tried to defend her. Me and Zak, we
stood outside the door and howled her into the next world, you know the
rest.
She left this fireside laughing. Before she died, she had made her peace.
I know, that she is in a better place now. She was a wild one, but you
always knew she was speaking from the heart.. she wasn't the one that should
have died... should have fought with her...
[Jen trails off and slumps to the ground, the colour drained from her face,
and starts to weep openly]
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