I reached forward, placing my hand atop his and squeezing once. He glanced down at my hand before meeting my gaze again. He was so wrapped in sadness that I couldn’t believe I hadn’t seen it before. When I’d first met him, the shell of what I thought a god would be, I’d only seen arrogance, hatred, and contempt in his gaze. But there was so much more than that. I’d thought maybe it was a result of containing too much power, or maybe he had just grown tired of living. But when I looked at him through the lens of last night, I saw grief, sadness, anxiety, and pain. He was in so much pure, raw
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