[ fiammetta opens her eyes and watches the memory play out over his shoulder.
then she lets go, setting her hands on his shoulders. she looks over his face with shock, half-expecting a burgundy spray of blood on his cheek. should she step away? she has no idea.
that answers her question about just how long he's lived for. ]
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then she lets go, setting her hands on his shoulders. she looks over his face with shock, half-expecting a burgundy spray of blood on his cheek. should she step away? she has no idea.
that answers her question about just how long he's lived for. ]
Who is that...?