[From what was an intrigued look from before recedes into something darker - bitter, thinking of a certain woman who stood above him, and claimed the children he helped were nothing more than a pretense, too.]
[As if by instinct, his hand reaches up, grasps a handful of the other's hair, and yanks backward. Punishment.]
[His eyes flare, like that of a hellhound.]
You really don't know, do you? You have your notions, but this is all they are. Perhaps I should call you a fool.
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[From what was an intrigued look from before recedes into something darker - bitter, thinking of a certain woman who stood above him, and claimed the children he helped were nothing more than a pretense, too.]
[As if by instinct, his hand reaches up, grasps a handful of the other's hair, and yanks backward. Punishment.]
[His eyes flare, like that of a hellhound.]
You really don't know, do you? You have your notions, but this is all they are. Perhaps I should call you a fool.