Wapun Meadow bébé ils ne veulent pas de toi

"i do know you," merrick insisted gently, imploringly. "i know you as far as you have shown yourself to me. and that's all i need." merrick, deceitful basketweaver of earnest tones. and he had never known any particularly moral wolves. 
perhaps evien was rubbing off on him a bit.
merrick tilted his head, a mona lisa upswing to his mouth. "you don't know anything about me but you're still here."
guru to a thousand sheep.
orange eye glistened with a sudden wetness.
"and you don't have to be alone any more."