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Tiberii · 3/19/2025, 3:07 AM

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The soft rumble of the somber soldier would rise from within the darkness of his den. Gray eyes would peer, seeking her through the silence and locking onto her calcite gaze. He met her with steel, where she met him with fire.

Genghis's death had left her vulnerable. And without knowing, he would crack through her weakened armor. That gaze, once stoic and seeking, would water and squint, pained with the distant acceptance of a death that she had not been ready to witness or partake in.

Truthfully? A pause. M'not holdin' up at all, she'd tell him, honestly, the roughness of her voice catching with emotion as she diverted her gaze. Her ire was obviously not meant for him, a secret hatred that she'd brewed up only for herself and her own failures ... but she could not bear to look at him. But I wanted ta make sure ya were okay ...with yer ... yer leg. She still wasn't looking at him, the heat of uncried tears blurring her vision as she attempted to compose herself in front of her comrade.

He'd done so much for her.

With so few words. But he didn't need to use them.

And she, at this moment, did not know how to use hers.

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