[He sees her as she is, most of the time. But sometimes, he sees her as a much younger girl, more innocent and more deserving.
He lets a smile pull at his mouth, and releases her hand.]
What I am capable of is not in question, Abigail. [He settles his hands in front of him again, one folded over the other.]
It never was.
[Her heart thrums and grows, with the capacity for compassion and lack thereof. He loves her heart just as he loves watching her gears shift, hurtling headlong into the fire instead of fleeing it.]
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He lets a smile pull at his mouth, and releases her hand.]
What I am capable of is not in question, Abigail. [He settles his hands in front of him again, one folded over the other.]
It never was.
[Her heart thrums and grows, with the capacity for compassion and lack thereof. He loves her heart just as he loves watching her gears shift, hurtling headlong into the fire instead of fleeing it.]