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𝑇𝘩𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑤𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟, 𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝘩𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑣𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙. 𝑊𝘩𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝘩𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑧𝑜𝑛.

a friendly face? he’s not seen one of those in ages. he does a double take, glancing behind him to see if he even is the intended recipient of such a gesture, before cautiously waving back.

for better or for worse, he’s alive.

“It’s just simple first aid, nothing special. Besides, I’m used to tending to my own wounds, or just powering through them.” He shrugged nonchalantly, as if it were nothing. “But you be more careful ok?” He said, pointing at her, but offering a smile.

He’s already got a small medical kit out and with one hand holding her arm steady, he sets to work on cleaning, disinfecting and wrapping the cut. He’s gentle, but thorough.

He listened as she talked about her day, though there wasn’t another seat in the office for her to use presently. “…how bad? Let me see?” He asked, immediately going protective.

Of course, only if she tells him about hers. Though most of his day was spent pouring over reports and the like. Furthering his plans of galactic conquest.

According to many, brooding is his default, but he doesn’t see it. But he missed her greatly. She’s always welcome.

Of course. Without a doubt.

Sitting In his office, surveying reports. And brooding.

this house was built upon holy ground, but no angels there, no god is found.

“You speak truth, but there is certainly more to it than that too. Still, I suppose at the end of the day, I’m doing what I feel I just.” He shrugged and sighed, meeting her eyes again, her beautiful eyes. “I…don’t want you to fear me, at least not now.”

“There were a lot of events that led to this. No singular moment caused it.” He shrugged. “Yet you don’t seem concerned about my dark nature.”




