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" So that's where I had seen your face...
I guess you were one of the lucky ones to survive." David states.
" Y... Yes I was incredibly Lucky..." The Clan Head replies.
" Let me ask you one question, how do you think I felt when I watched my lovely sister die in my arms without being able to do anything?" David asks.
" Wh...What are you..."
Before the Clan Head could finish his statement David appears behind the Clan Heads first daughter and grabs her by the neck with his left hand.
" Get your hands off my daughter you whelp!!" The Clan Head yells out loud.
" F...Father?" The young girl struggles.
" You could never love anyone as much as I loved my sister, but at least maybe you could feel something close." David says as his right hand slowly glides down her face to her jaw, almost romantically.
His eyes were low.
Ahh, is that sadness?
Or is that controlled anger?
They were soft, scarily soft...
Dark...
Hollow...
