Tender Mercy

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</image> <label>Name</label> <label>Other Names</label> <label>Creator(s)</label> <label>Species</label> <label>Affiliation</label> <label>Ablilities</label> <label>Weaknesses</label> <label>First Appearance</label> <label>POV Chapter(s)</label> <group> <header>Physical Appearance</header> <label>Hair</label> <label>Eyes</label> <label>Height</label> </group> </infobox> Experiments immune to the disease.<ref>https://twigserial.wordpress.com/2017/01/03/head-over-heels-16-4/</ref> Receive combat drugs that make them Hungry.<ref>“They give us drugs,” she said. “I know all about the drugs,” I replied. “The drugs make us… eager. Angry. Hungry. I want to eat you as much as I’ve ever wanted anything.” - Excerpt from Head over Heels 16.12</ref> They love skin.<ref>“You have better, safer chances of a meal if you run off to that battlefield over there and go looking for the dead, or ask politely for your dinner. You know they’ll have something prepared.” “When I shuck off my skin, I get a release. There’s pain, but there’s a rush…” “Sure,” I said. “Satisfaction, as sure as anything.” “I believe it,” I said. I barely knew what I was saying. I was only speaking because I worried that if I didn’t keep this up as an interplay, me and her, she would monologue and convince herself to attack. “When I go after someone else, when I hurt other people, I get a rush like that. The drugs make me so restless. Maybe if I take your skin off, with my teeth and my fingernails, it’ll be that kind of satisfying. I won’t feel so restless anymore, I think.” “Counterpoint: You won’t feel restless anymore because you’ll have a bullet in your skull,” I said. “I’ll have to break your arms and legs before I start,” she said, her head turning as she looked in the general direction of the one Otis had disarmed. She wasn’t listening to me. She was convincing herself. “Hey, Small Mercy,” I said. I clacked the end of my sword against the wall. “Hey! Hey, listen, listen. Pay attention.” She turned her head back to me. “Look at your dress,” I said. “Look down, look at it.” She did. “We helped you get that dress,” I said. “We-” “Fucken’ die!” one of the other Mercies called out. “I’ll fucken’ eat your skin!” - Excerpt from Head over Heels 16.12</ref>

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