It was bold of him to speak in such a way but he did it with the same flippancy used to breathe. His plume slipped along the soil and birthed a rustling in their shared silence...his left audit flicking with mild interest in the primitive hooting of an unseen owl nestled in the branches above. "You matter to me because you've gone from an apathetic shell to captive audience in almost a single moment. Your eyes were empty...though now they flicker with interest. Your voice was hardly discernible from the wind but just now you spoke your name with purpose. Your posture was subdued and now it is alive."
He felt his comparisons were growing lengthy but he spoke on with a passion that rose with the soft volume of his voice. "You made me feel as if I could make a difference for once," he finished bravely, "and that makes you precious to me."
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