[ That describes the Tieria Lockon knows, but here he seems softer around what used to be sharp edges. He’s become more human, more understanding in the intervening years since Lockon last remembers seeing him. It’s still difficult to process.
He nods once, an expectant sort of look in his eyes as if there’s a question hovering that he dare not ask. ]
You know him? I thought you were him at first. You could be brothers.
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He nods once, an expectant sort of look in his eyes as if there’s a question hovering that he dare not ask. ]
You know him? I thought you were him at first. You could be brothers.