[Not if his time could be measured in years instead of decades, but after a couple of hundred years, all faces start to fade. The world keeps turning, but the people are just pale imitations of what came before.
It took years, before he stopped looking in to the faces of his Grisha, trying to remember if he knew them or if he'd simply seen a similar face a decade ago. Or two, or from before Os Alta rose as the capital. Decedents, all sharing the same eyes or the same shade of hair, and Small Science ran in some families, thick as blood.
Removing himself from the training, ensured that he didn't end up calling the wrong name or trusting the wrong person. He handpicked a few every ten to fifteen years, learned who they were and what they needed and he let them go before he could start caring.
Mostly.
Luda was an old wound, scabbed over and near-forgotten but Daisy wasn't. He doesn't mirror her smile this time, but the Darkling nods slowly, eyes never leaving Daisy's face.]
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[Not if his time could be measured in years instead of decades, but after a couple of hundred years, all faces start to fade. The world keeps turning, but the people are just pale imitations of what came before.
It took years, before he stopped looking in to the faces of his Grisha, trying to remember if he knew them or if he'd simply seen a similar face a decade ago. Or two, or from before Os Alta rose as the capital. Decedents, all sharing the same eyes or the same shade of hair, and Small Science ran in some families, thick as blood.
Removing himself from the training, ensured that he didn't end up calling the wrong name or trusting the wrong person. He handpicked a few every ten to fifteen years, learned who they were and what they needed and he let them go before he could start caring.
Mostly.
Luda was an old wound, scabbed over and near-forgotten but Daisy wasn't. He doesn't mirror her smile this time, but the Darkling nods slowly, eyes never leaving Daisy's face.]
That we do, unless the next time is our last one.