Blackfeather Woods Shadows fall

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Her honesty had taken Damien to a calmer state, far already from the rage he'd felt just moments before when the realization that he was being played came up. Unlike Nemesis —whose only effect on Damien had ever been bringing the worst of him to stand out— her daughter was proving to be a soft spot. He hadn't realized this yet, of course... Else he would have probably done something about it, end it before it was too late... But Damien was still oblivious to the power he was starting to give the young night sylph over himself.

Yes... he said looking straight into Nyx and catching a distant flash of a memory. It was about the day he'd told Nyx what she was repeating to him, and the sound of his voice vocalizing the exact same words was as lucid as ever. With that, his acceptance of Astrid's proof of her true loyalties had been expressed. This time Damien had gone way below his own standards without even knowing it, but in his defense, there was something about Astrid, about the nature of their relationship that Damien couldn't quite put his finger on yet, that he felt a great need to preserve.

But what makes you think that I will allow you to assist me? he countered then, still looking right into each individually-colored eye. All you've done since I came here is reject me... I still don't know what to think of you... he explained, unknowingly letting show how heartbroken he still was about her ignoring his initial request. He didn't remember her completely yet, and the quote about greatness he'd managed to remember still lacked a context. He didn't know who they were to each other at this point.

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