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Enjin sat with Gris, lighting his cigarette. He held it up to his face, taking note of how the flame danced in the reflection of Gris' eyes in the dark room. The same light that refused to reflect off his own. He smirked as he set it down.
He remembered realizing it when he first became a giver, staring at his own reflection, thinking the lighting was just bad. But no matter what he did, the light just didn't shine. That is, until he looked at Umbreaker, propped up against the counter, who glowed ever so slightly when she met his gaze.
He studied her for a moment, mesmerized by the faint glow emitted from the fabric.
*So that's where my light's gone.*
He took her in his hands gently, running his fingers over the folds of her fabric. They were one and the same, inseparable, ever since *that day.*
*Supporters could never understand.*
Enjin felt his heart sink a little at the thought. He looked back at Gris, remebering the light of the flame dancing in his eyes when Gris met his gaze and smiled.
This was the fundamental difference between them. He poured his heart and soul into Umbreaker, given so much of himself to her. He couldn't bear to offer up any more of himself, let alone giving it to a person. Even if that person was Gris.