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[Having been unceremoniously dropped off at Ranka's house by Grace, Brera stood outside awkwardly. He understood his duties. He understood his desire to protect Ranka.
But he couldn't understand any of the other thoughts in his head. If Ranka didn't trust him, as Grace had said (and Grace must always be believed), then there was no point in his being Ranka's bodyguard any longer.
Brera had his orders. Protect Ranka.
That was all that mattered. Nothing else.
He tried to force all the other thoughts out of his head.
Nothing else mattered.]
But he couldn't understand any of the other thoughts in his head. If Ranka didn't trust him, as Grace had said (and Grace must always be believed), then there was no point in his being Ranka's bodyguard any longer.
Brera had his orders. Protect Ranka.
That was all that mattered. Nothing else.
He tried to force all the other thoughts out of his head.
Nothing else mattered.]
