Gloves slipped on the palm of my hand like forgotten flesh, like another layer of my skin and being. Some might call it numbness. I call it the comfort of familiarity. When the guards tossed that foul creature into my lab, as it rattled and wept in the rusted cage… I didn't flinch. Instead, I brought a lantern to its tears, and gazed at it like it gazed at me. By cruel design. “So you were father's favourite. Don't worry, I won't bite. I just need to know what makes you tick.”
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16🍞Atsushi/nighteye🍞
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