[ there is no need to thank him. he merely restored the balance, placed things where they should be. darkness with darkness, and light with light. mixing is... inappropriate. logic dictates that he doesn't have anything to do with this woman, but...
... it lingers. the feeling lingers, sharpens into a dull pain, like a vine wreathed with thorns. so, he must remove it ]
No need to thank me.
[ it's just how it should be.
he looks down again, the focus in his manner dissipating like mist. ]
Be well....
[ with that, he turns to leave, unless she has something else to say to him ]
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... it lingers. the feeling lingers, sharpens into a dull pain, like a vine wreathed with thorns. so, he must remove it ]
No need to thank me.
[ it's just how it should be.
he looks down again, the focus in his manner dissipating like mist. ]
Be well....
[ with that, he turns to leave, unless she has something else to say to him ]