[The cards can't stop the next flutter of emotions from catching the corners of his features. The flicker of tension is brief, merely a momentary press of teeth down on the inside of his own cheek.
What an odd thing, to be so absently reminded of the scars in one's heart.]
...it is... rather difficult to imagine, to speak plainly.
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What an odd thing, to be so absently reminded of the scars in one's heart.]
...it is... rather difficult to imagine, to speak plainly.