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now there was a sentiment he liked to hear. not many were very optimistic, or kind, but at least those he had the pleasure of making an acquaintance with were kind enough. yet, like himself, they all had their weaknesses, their limits, their cages: holding them back from acting, and helping as they should.
he had to focus, though, and smiled at that, the expression showing only in the way his eyes turned into soft crescents. “that’s wonderful to hear! otherwise, i would have to stop making that particular perfume.” a half-lie, and expressed with the tone of deceitful regret. he could make thousands more, and a hundred times better. “don’t you want a scent for yourself as well?”










