inside.

[theeyesees]

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[savagings]

I'd say nothing, but I wouldn't want to sound conceited.

[theeyesees]

You wouldn't sound conceited, merely unaware.

[savagings]

The implication's that I have a soul at all. Ask my little sister and she'd argue otherwise.

[theeyesees]

Maybe not a soul, some don't, some only have part. But inside, there's always something.

[savagings]

Always. And how, may I ask, do you know that?

[theeyesees]

Because I can See.

[savagings]

And what do you see? [ He means himself in particular, but it's asked in a way that's vague enough. ]

[theeyesees]

[ She closes the dark eye, an eye that seems hollow but it's fuller than many. ]

What others cannot, what you won't tell.

[savagings]

[ Rook continues to smile in his easy way. ]

That sounds awful. Given the things people don't like to share.

[theeyesees]

[ She looks up at him and eventually, she nods. ]

It's not a gift, it's a curse. [ Said as a matter of fact. ] But I try not to use it unless there's danger.

[savagings]

[ He nods, understandably. ] Probably wise. Though how can you tell if there's danger when you don't use it?

[theeyesees]

I have to trust my instincts, I guess.

[savagings]

And are your instincts any good?

[theeyesees]

[ A pause. ]

Most of the time.

[savagings]

Nothing's perfect.

[theeyesees]

[ She laughs a little timidly. ] Not usually.