He knew he was lacking in many things. Kindness, softness, the ability to see what other people were feeling and react accordingly. His outside now matched that monstrous interior, and some days he was ashamed of that. But when she placed her hand on his wounded shoulder, so covered with scars that some of his scales had lifted over the worn skin, he didn’t feel so ugly. Daios forgot what he looked like when she touched him like that.
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