"Oh, don't fret." The sorceress said softly to her precious Black Knight Assassin, putting both of her hands onto his bloodied cheeks. "Even my dullest pupils will always have a place here."

"S-NAME_1..." The young assassin stammered, his face feeling hot if it weren't for the blood on him. "But what of The Tarnished? Though you have assisted him by teaching him sorceries, he would be the end of m-" Give two different versions of responses. Please separate the responses with 6 asterisk symbols: ******.
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