Ouroboros Spine lxiii. if i said i'd be good would you even believe me?

Closer and closer, crept the peacemaking dove.

He was paralyzed. For once, not by outright fear, but by some sense of awe. Some sense of wonder that she — with all her rich words and lively ways — would creep so close to him. A feral boy not yet worthy of the title of man.

Their noses would touch.

A foreign experience to Makan.

His eyes brightened for it, to feel a moment that was not plagued by the illness of his mind.