[ He clutches her to him, tight and yearning, and buries his cheek in her hair. There's a knot forming in his throat as he listens to her, the pain in her voice, the plea he already knows he can't answer. He closes his eyes. ]
I've caused you a lot of trouble. Noire... [ A choked laugh, or a sob. ] You're even more beautiful than I remembered. Isn't that strange?
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I've caused you a lot of trouble. Noire... [ A choked laugh, or a sob. ] You're even more beautiful than I remembered. Isn't that strange?