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Evil was something that he was so far from. Miles and miles. No, worlds and worlds. Evil was painted black and white, clear as day to those that knew what to look for. They smelled of it, and breathed it with every breath. It was spoken in their eyes, written by their claws on the flesh of those too innocent to seen the signs. Her arms were scriptures, and if one looked hard enough they could see so very clearly that she was far from perfect. It could be worse, she had often thought. She still had something to offer. And yet her fear was what she trusted most, it would keep her safe. Unlike her courage that would only bring her pain. But he was so far from it, and she didn’t know how the world couldn’t see it. Even in the dim light she saw that he was more then what some thought of him.
Mati didn’t know what to say to his words, surprised that he was surprised. Shocked that no one thought of him as she did. It wasn’t the nicest thing to say, it was deeper then a compliment and Mati suddenly realized her honesty. Still she didn’t say anything that would make a fool out of herself. No, she couldn’t say that she knew him that well, she could say that she had seen what evil truly was and that he was so far from it. He spoke again, and she saw that there was indeed a spot made for her on the couch. She smiled softly, and moved to sit beside him. He was handsome so close in the light of her lantern, dark in color and yet his eyes danced as if lit with their own candle flames.
“I wouldn’t call you names either.” She commented with the slightest bit of sarcasm in her tone, though she still whispered. Princess seemed to be the name caller. It amused Mati to think that she wasn’t more creative then, Buttface.