[Something within him twists at the question. An old bit of darkness he could still sense within him, but unlike the rest of it... he feared it. That thirst for more, that desire to be more. The helplessness of knowing far too well that even if he were to try--]
Why do you care?
[Yet the tone, the defensiveness... There's no doubt about it if she reads between the lines.
Damn it, it's been three years, so why? Why does it still seem so fresh...?]
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Why do you care?
[Yet the tone, the defensiveness... There's no doubt about it if she reads between the lines.
Damn it, it's been three years, so why? Why does it still seem so fresh...?]