what he doesn't understand, then, is just how or why he had helped her - can't explain the reasoning behind his actions to himself any more than he could answer her question from earlier. the only thing he could gather is, that her eyes looked like that of someone who were drowning - in tears or blood or both. ]
No, there isn't.
[ does that sound harsh? heine is, in moments, more cruel than people can imagine, a cold sort of deliberation behind where he directs the edge of his emotions to like the edge of a knife; but there is no fire behind the words this time, no heat behind the redcoal gaze that he rests on the back of her downcast head. ]
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what he doesn't understand, then, is just how or why he had helped her - can't explain the reasoning behind his actions to himself any more than he could answer her question from earlier. the only thing he could gather is, that her eyes looked like that of someone who were drowning - in tears or blood or both. ]
No, there isn't.
[ does that sound harsh? heine is, in moments, more cruel than people can imagine, a cold sort of deliberation behind where he directs the edge of his emotions to like the edge of a knife; but there is no fire behind the words this time, no heat behind the redcoal gaze that he rests on the back of her downcast head. ]
Just forget about it.