[ He sees the waver in her expression, the panic and the strained smile, and decides not to push it. Ignores the tiny vindictive part of him who cries that it's unfair he has to expose his own past to the world and she won't even reciprocate—he refuses to let the shards of his broken soul marr her.
There's still a compulsion to stay in the exhibit, to explain another part of his past to her. He knows what he must do, for them to leave. ]
Come.
[ There's something he can show to her, that he thinks she would like.
He leads her to a painting of a celebration in a lush city, a young girl the center of it all. It is a warm, beautiful painting, but especially heartwarming is the expression on the girl's face. It is pure elation, like she can't believe she's finally seeing this.
He doesn't say anything, letting Altria form an opinion without his input, but if she glances at the drifter, she'll find a rare soft expression on his face. ]
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There's still a compulsion to stay in the exhibit, to explain another part of his past to her. He knows what he must do, for them to leave. ]
Come.
[ There's something he can show to her, that he thinks she would like.
He leads her to a painting of a celebration in a lush city, a young girl the center of it all. It is a warm, beautiful painting, but especially heartwarming is the expression on the girl's face. It is pure elation, like she can't believe she's finally seeing this.
He doesn't say anything, letting Altria form an opinion without his input, but if she glances at the drifter, she'll find a rare soft expression on his face. ]