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Selene's small hand danced over his chest. It felt strange, feeling something non threatening touch him there, light as a feather. She was so close to where the knife had cut into him, yet didn't brush his scars. A shiver went through him, though whether it was from fear, enjoyment, or even simply the cold, he didn't know. His ears pricked at her words. There was nothing he could say to comfort her this time, believing the same thing, that nothing good could last. Always, something bad would happen. It was a struggle to not sink into his fear, to not return to living as a slave, an old familiar skin.
He wanted something more than that though, and he would fight for it. There was a reason to fight, the one nested into his chest, crying softly. Her words had him stroking her. Slowly he sat up, pulling her closer. Nothing will hurt you. Will protect you. Don't be afraid anymore. It was the longest speech he'd said since becoming a slave. The sentences were short, but there was meaning in them, meaning he hoped she felt.
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