[...What a strange feeling, for someone who accepted his looming death, for someone who knows he doesn't have long and embraces every facet of it, sometimes to the point of self-endangerment. He closes his eyes as it washes over him, takes hold - breathes in deep to try to reassert his own feelings on the matter, that death comes for all but that the life lived before it strikes is what matters most. What has to matter most.
He shifts a little closer nonetheless, reaching out a hand - palm up, in no position to strike, if the kid dares even look.]
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He shifts a little closer nonetheless, reaching out a hand - palm up, in no position to strike, if the kid dares even look.]