Willow swallowed hard, her fingers trembling even though she tried to hide it. His eyes... those silver, filled a whole sea of scattered twinkling stars pulled her in.
She didn't even know what she was supposed to feel. Fear? Shock? Grossed out?
Nothing came.
Just him. Just the truth. Just the weight of what he carried.
It was his ability. His curse.
What was she supposed to do? To judge him for something he had no control over?
Navian tilted his head slightly, studying her like she was a puzzle he was trying to solve. She wasn't panicking. She wasn't screaming. She was just… thinking.
That confused him more than anything.
"Are you okay?" he asked quietly.
Willow shook her head. "No."
Navian huffed a soft laugh, smiling a little at her honesty. "But you're not running."
Willow gave a tiny shrug. "If I did, I'd feel like a hypocrite."
Her voice sank, weighed down by memories she didn't dare speak of. The experiments, deaths, blood soaked into sterile floors.
