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Flesh and bone. Warm and capable of experiencing a certain hurt.
They still carried themselves with a gentleness almost entirely foreign to the wastelands. They were further proof all was not lost. They were proof of old humanity.
In a strange way, he felt what he held for them– would taint that.
They loved before this, and in an ideal world– they would still have that love of theirs. In fact, in that ideal world, he would not be.
Maybe it was best that he continued to tuck away this nonsense. It would be best for them that he didn't shake their world up any further, especially now that they had finally found their footing.