[Least of all because he doesn't know if he wants it. If he could stand to touch her and find nothing, to grip her warm flesh and feel her only as a man would.
When that cursed weakness was still there, still this living, breathing thing inside his chest, even when it should by all rights have been removed when his Small Science had been.]
You wanted to know me. [I can't know you if you're going to snap at me every time, but does he want her to know him? The real him, the one that still eyes the darkness with suspicion, that tiny piece that still holds hope for the world and for his people in it?]
You want a lot of things, Alina, and I have tried to give them all to you.
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[Least of all because he doesn't know if he wants it. If he could stand to touch her and find nothing, to grip her warm flesh and feel her only as a man would.
When that cursed weakness was still there, still this living, breathing thing inside his chest, even when it should by all rights have been removed when his Small Science had been.]
You wanted to know me. [I can't know you if you're going to snap at me every time, but does he want her to know him? The real him, the one that still eyes the darkness with suspicion, that tiny piece that still holds hope for the world and for his people in it?]
You want a lot of things, Alina, and I have tried to give them all to you.