“Why were you never scared of me?” “You just never seemed all that scary. Always found your eye sort of pretty. Shiny.” Rikke patted his scarred cheek. “You always just seemed… lost. Like you lost yourself and didn’t know where to look.” She put her hand on his chest. “But you’re in there, still. You’re in there.” He looked as shocked as if she’d slapped him, and there was a gleam of damp in his real eye, or maybe it was just her own sight that was smeary, as Caul Shivers wasn’t really known as a big weeper, except when his bad eye dribbled, which was a different thing.
