[ He tries to be a good man, to be the person the world needs him to be. Someone who fights for what's right, who won't let some self proclaimed god sit high on their throne and claim that there is nothing but pre-ordained destiny. But trying doesn't mean being. Case in point: here he is, making her cry under the sun. He reaches up to stroke at her hair, fingers tightening around her waist. ]
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You still trust me? Even now?