[ Cú pressed his fingertips along her jaw, under it, directing her face up so he could gently brush off the tears, and place a kiss on her cheek. So close, he could almost feel, almost entwine with the emotions that weighed her. That's where he builds a bulwark of the faith he has in her ]
Tell me... Tell me your truth.
[ He quelled building anger, on whatever force is that made her feel such despair. ]
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Tell me... Tell me your truth.
[ He quelled building anger, on whatever force is that made her feel such despair. ]