[When she had returned, initially, after her death as a demon... there were scars. Big, ugly ones. Ones that looked like mottled flesh, where her fur was thinner on her face. Ones from when she was killed, on her belly and her back and a ring around her neck where the head detached itself and attacked others. All of those were subtle but present evidence of the event.
This Moro has none of these. She glares up at him without an ounce of guilt or shame as she did once before.]
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This Moro has none of these. She glares up at him without an ounce of guilt or shame as she did once before.]
Leave. If you return with a gun, I will kill you.