[ The smile on his lips is soft, gentle. His fingers trace the places and angles of her face, committing her to memory some more, an image that might not quite measure up to reality, but the best he can get. ]
I'm not fragile, Pyrrha. You won't injure me further, and I - [ He takes a deep breath, his heart beating a little erratically, which is not usual for him, and another proof of how much she affects him. ] - I want you.
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I'm not fragile, Pyrrha. You won't injure me further, and I - [ He takes a deep breath, his heart beating a little erratically, which is not usual for him, and another proof of how much she affects him. ] - I want you.