He could have refuted that, over the course of the many bad things coming to this hospice had brought him. Yet maybe he could have overlooked all the bad to see the one good thing it had granted him. What a terrible life, to be blind to goodness, to only see and reflect the wretched things in life.
And to godliness brotherly kindness; and to brotherly kindness charity. He that lacketh these things is blind, and cannot see afar off, and hath forgotten that he was purged from his old sins.
Maxwell looked hesitant. Anxious. Like he wanted to sprint a mile that second. Or hide in some deep dark safe place.]
Heh, better.. perhaps.. But not for long, I can promise that.
[He would set his lack of sight on retreating back to his real sanctuary as soon as they would permit him to walk. Pausing long enough to pull his mess of blond hair from his shoulders, he raised his free hand as if he were about to dismiss her.]
I know you have others far less strong than I to ...care to.
[Yet it paused, just short of touching her cheek, fingertips curling. Unsure. As if to touch her would be like splintering fine stained glass. The words that flowed from his tongue came of their own life and will, without his calculating mind to control them.
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He could have refuted that, over the course of the many bad things coming to this hospice had brought him. Yet maybe he could have overlooked all the bad to see the one good thing it had granted him. What a terrible life, to be blind to goodness, to only see and reflect the wretched things in life.
And to godliness brotherly kindness; and to brotherly kindness charity. He that lacketh these things is blind, and cannot see afar off, and hath forgotten that he was purged from his old sins.
Maxwell looked hesitant. Anxious. Like he wanted to sprint a mile that second. Or hide in some deep dark safe place.]
Heh, better.. perhaps.. But not for long, I can promise that.
[He would set his lack of sight on retreating back to his real sanctuary as soon as they would permit him to walk. Pausing long enough to pull his mess of blond hair from his shoulders, he raised his free hand as if he were about to dismiss her.]
I know you have others far less strong than I to ...care to.
[Yet it paused, just short of touching her cheek, fingertips curling. Unsure. As if to touch her would be like splintering fine stained glass. The words that flowed from his tongue came of their own life and will, without his calculating mind to control them.
...And his palm settled softly upon her crown.]
Yet I am .. content you are here.