A Bird and a Wolf

[Hemlocke]

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The grin persisted as he listened, something about her was still drawing him in, his curiosity, the wondering, the answers that were sitting just out of reach. Even now she was guarding herself, they both were. Contradictory to her ideals, which required someone to make the first move, someone to open up, to make the change. Utterly fascinating and almost enthralled by the complexity of the picture.

"You have found fulfilment in proving them wrong? By being better? Or... you are indifferent."

The man thinks back. Trying to find a time in which his life lead him to such a crossroads, to a choice he even decided to entertain, to consider. Being better... A restraint like any other, to "be better", his mind twisting with such a thought as the grin faded from his face. No, others only adhere to morality and honor when it suits them. There is no being better. Yet... he also could not find a time in memory in when the woman before him had actually stooped to their level. The woman got a look at the "realization" in his eyes, the one he spoke of. A flash, a shift in stare as if something had clicked. A slow blink as it registered, his focus fading out, before narrowing back in rapidly. There was no contradiction. She had not scorned the researcher, she had not chased after her would be killers. How? The question permeated every layer of his conscious. His face shifted slowly to the left to stare at her from an angle, clearly perplexed and confused. Yet the intrigue was still ever present despite the narrowed gaze.

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