[He doesn't flinch, but his eyebrows twitch in an almost-furrow. He shouldn't give a damn, but this hurts. Even without a name to attach to her face, some part of him wants to reach out and touch it and pull her back in.
But he doesn't. He looks down at the sparrows in his hand and lets her go without protest, and that same part of him tears at him in silent agony.]
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But he doesn't. He looks down at the sparrows in his hand and lets her go without protest, and that same part of him tears at him in silent agony.]