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[ She wants to pull away, instinctively. Her heart is pounding so hard it hurts and old wounds ache with the pulsing. Even so, even so -

Could that illusion have touched her?

The hood falls back so that pale gold eyes are looking at him, wide yet empty. No, he hasn't frightened her to death... but... ]

Y... You...

[ ... Can she trust in this? The pressure on her shoulders seems so real. ]

Are you... real?

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