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There was the black of an abyss in her eyes.
There were darkness and a monster in her minute body, suspicion and danger in her gaze. There was the white of false pureness on that face, the ghost of a never-lived childhood.
Maybe, underneath the silver, they had always been there - maybe Dauf had already seen them and therefore he wasn’t afraid.
He only knew that nothing had changed for him: she was her, just her, still her .
He reached his hand out in a silent plea, because he wasn’t good at talking.
The following moment, there was an illusion of joy, in her smile.