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he carefully took it, bringing it closer so he had a better view of it. “this is incredible.” he spoke, truthfully.

“are you sure?” his brows furrowed inward slightly, chocolate hues meeting hers.

“oh shit,” he spoke, leaning to get a closer look at the medal. he’d never seen one in person before. “damn. that’s nice.” he spoke with a small smile.

arms went around her to hug back before he’s pulling away to look at her, slightly wide eyed. “no way. you won? congratulations belle. i knew you would.” he nudged her gently.

he’s showing up behind her, holding out a half eaten box of chocolates. “want one?”

He hugged her back while noticing that she was crying. If he could, he would make all her pain go away, but unfortunately that was beyond him. "And they will. But ask yourself if it's worth being corrupted by the desire for revenge? The right thing would be to put them in jail>>

Actually, he had no one else to lose besides her. He has been alone in this world for some time now. He don't have anyone, Apart from some friendships he made during that time. "Don't underestimate me. Believe me, I can help more if you let me go with you >>

⠀⠀ he was tired, annoyed, and unwilling to be here ... hence his current demeanour. this was merely an attempt at distraction. so far? not working. a brow arches when the blonde approaches, her boldness a little amusing, even if he doesn't admit nor show it. — ⠀⠀

may you brave your own wilderness. may you finally face yourself and accept what you see. may you have the courage to defend and rebuild. may you find peace. may peace never lull you into complacency and inaction.

i don't know where to hide my rage.

“are you saying i don’t?” he asked, feigning being offended. he let out a laugh. “it’s fine. i’ll just ask kristen stewart if she’s free.” as if he knew her.