[Jasper furrows his brow. His head bows against his chest; a weary confusion draining colour from his face. The anger of his friend charges the air and makes the hairs on his neck stand on end. It is difficult to muster up the energy to argue knowing he is the source of indignation. This outrage is the consequence of betrayal - but he cannot understand why. It is like this world fished them out of different moments of time.
Golden eyes widen and look down upon hands that look entirely human. The divide must be unconquerable for Hendrik with him looking like this.]
How can I forget? I would be a lucky man if that was all I remember.
[He falls into an awkward silence as he recalls their last conversation. It is hardly a thrilling experience.]
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Golden eyes widen and look down upon hands that look entirely human. The divide must be unconquerable for Hendrik with him looking like this.]
How can I forget? I would be a lucky man if that was all I remember.
[He falls into an awkward silence as he recalls their last conversation. It is hardly a thrilling experience.]