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𝒴es and no.
Through her , he laments the human condition - a mere fledgling. The youngest of thine flock often experience remember their mortal pains. And thus , he infiltrates her mind through the blood. So that he might share some of it.
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In due time.
Often , acquiescence to that same destiny crosses his mind - as does it hers - whenever she picks at the remnants of a crumbled past.
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ain’t got the chance to. didn’
think i could.
( a little embarrassing to admit.
⠀especially after all these years.
⠀he gently holds his hands out,
⠀being as patient as possible. )
yer real kind, miss.