seeing myself this way, I am a monster I believe
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     “It seems nice here,” Aurèle offered suddenly, aware that her façade had faltered. She could not justify all things. She could not explain why she was the way she was. Not without seeing the thing she dare not touch, and even she was not strong enough for such a thing. White-blonde hair was shaken out of her face, tumbled around her shoulders, and even now smelled of the dead animal they were feasting upon.
     She looked up at her sister, found her eyes trailing to the scar, and smiled sadly. “You and Bart were the only ones with blue eyes. I suppose you had to be different, hm?” A faint, feeble attempt at a joke.



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