Katana served his green tea and then hid in the shadows, thinking, when she had nothing else to do.
He is like me a little, I think.He masks his inner turmoil so others will not see it, just like me. But, just as I mask mine with false cheeriness and esourcefulness, he masks his with coldness and almost cruel indifference. It is almost like I mask mine so that no one notices, and he masks his so that no one sees the severety of his. I wonder if... If this person and I could get along, if we could be friends.
But she cut herself off, not even daring to hope.
Over the last year or so of the war, Do'Urden and Mor'Loki did become friends, and close ones at that. He came He came so often that Katana served him most of the time, always having a pot of tea ready for him. She always looked forward to his visits, scanning the tavern around the time he came in for him each night.
Durring the time they were together, Katana begun getting flashes of her memory back. She was sincerely grateful for the friends she had made, since they helped her through some of her darkest times.
So this is what it means...to have friends... I am glad that, for once, I have some...
