The_gladiator
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Nicholas accepted the painting. She had the expected reaction though he did not want her to draw too many conclusions. “Yes, Gabriel is the child I carried away from that clearing that night, away from that killing field.” His eyes were intense. “No, you are not her. You bare her memories but…you are not she.”
He took a deep breath feeling her aura dampen. “Be careful shielding too hard,” he murmured. When she asked who had put the block was it, he or was its Vladimir he simply nodded, “Yes. If Morgan tried to sense it, she would have sensed vlads work over another. The first time I altered his memory was as I took him away from there.” Nicholas’s tone was emphatic, someone who believed in the rightness of what he had done. “And I would do it again. No child needed to remember that horror.”
He took a deep breath feeling her aura dampen. “Be careful shielding too hard,” he murmured. When she asked who had put the block was it, he or was its Vladimir he simply nodded, “Yes. If Morgan tried to sense it, she would have sensed vlads work over another. The first time I altered his memory was as I took him away from there.” Nicholas’s tone was emphatic, someone who believed in the rightness of what he had done. “And I would do it again. No child needed to remember that horror.”