So he wrung the warm cloth of its water, and gently traced the features of the Englishman’s face. He relearnt the hollows of eye sockets, the strong arch of a curved nose, the bow of sanctioning lips. As Lehnsherr learnt all that he had forgotten in the ashen mists and isolated country – everything he left in bunkers and in trading posts and cities that were filled with ghosts and people more lost than himself – he felt that he was not imposing on Charles’ body; he was a student and Charles was teaching him what it was to be human again.
What a lovely paragraph! *claps*
I hope I won't come away with a broken heart after chapter 3! :P
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