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can timeskip/fade and make any assumptions you'd like <3

it was touches now and he could hear it again.

was it his own voice? the voice of a past life? the voice a life lost?

hellfire, it simmered in his heart. his flesh was nothing but weakness, worn away by the wilds. all of his life he had built himself into an untouchable man of the flesh and spirit, only to lose it all so quickly in the wake of his missionary work.

they would each picture different faces for each other.

he would not reject her, too weak to.