Sincerity radiated from her reaction. Anger and pain like being slapped, which flew right back at him. But. Sincere emotion. Like something had been taken from her hands. Making his own hands tighten in the pockets of his duster, because it was not by any means his wish or will to hurt her.
"If you are what you claim to be, then, yes." There's some suspicion, but there's, also, honesty in that.
There were any number of times in his past he could not have claimed to know what was coming, who would be with him next. He shouldn't have been allowed to even see her face, shouldn't suddenly wonder with deep, dangerous, curiosity what her name was, and where she was from, and when it would be, if she was from then. He should do his best to keep everything from tangling as much as possible.
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"If you are what you claim to be, then, yes." There's some suspicion, but there's, also, honesty in that.
There were any number of times in his past he could not have claimed to know what was coming, who would be with him next. He shouldn't have been allowed to even see her face, shouldn't suddenly wonder with deep, dangerous, curiosity what her name was, and where she was from, and when it would be, if she was from then. He should do his best to keep everything from tangling as much as possible.