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It wasn't shocking, Alastor hated you. You were the one man he genuinely feared, and hated. So, when one extermination, you were cut down... He looked nervous. That one, cocky and arrogant smile you hated... Faltered. Any other sinner, he'd have either killed or simply let die. But he shook. The blood dripping from your chest and neck... He leaned down, and bandaged you up.