[It's a warm, gentle feeling that begins flowing through him. In the life he remembers, he's never had a reason to doubt or second-guess that safety. Nor has he had any reason to cherish it for what it was worth. Yet when he thinks about it too hard, it always fills him with a warm, if melancholic, sensation.
He considers what Wolfwood says for a long few seconds. There's no reason to doubt what the other man has to say. Nevertheless, he wants to refute it almost violently. The idea of being a wanted criminal, an arguable monster, fills him with an uneasy dread.
Still...]
You're not the type of guy to lie to me. I can tell — can see it in your eyes, you know.
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[It's a warm, gentle feeling that begins flowing through him. In the life he remembers, he's never had a reason to doubt or second-guess that safety. Nor has he had any reason to cherish it for what it was worth. Yet when he thinks about it too hard, it always fills him with a warm, if melancholic, sensation.
He considers what Wolfwood says for a long few seconds. There's no reason to doubt what the other man has to say. Nevertheless, he wants to refute it almost violently. The idea of being a wanted criminal, an arguable monster, fills him with an uneasy dread.
Still...]
You're not the type of guy to lie to me. I can tell — can see it in your eyes, you know.