[ rafal turns his gaze to the rain. he hasn't been touched in . . . he can't even remember. a thousand years, living in a ravaged world with nothing but his thoughts as company and the hope his sister will wake again.
perhaps he is a poor fit for this place. but he's a poor fit everywhere. all he can do is keep trying. ]
Is it always like this? With . . . feelings and intimacy?
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perhaps he is a poor fit for this place. but he's a poor fit everywhere. all he can do is keep trying. ]
Is it always like this? With . . . feelings and intimacy?