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faust showed himself also to be a man of passions not long let out to breathe. in her presence, she wanted to believe he had found some lack of repression, some acceptance. it had always been natural for a girl once called belen; the woman named silvertongue had only taken that existing trait and jeweled it. and now at its bosom faust found solace, another man finally allowed to breathe. that was what she would accept as truth, anyway. "when is the last time you slept well, kaan?" she asked, his title reverent as all titles should be in the mouth of those who had engrained themselves inferior.