It could have been a lie. All that Laurent had shared with him since his arrival to this place could all be lies. And yet Damen was inclined still to believe him.
He took a sip from his newest glass, ran his thumb along the rim thoughtfully. Then said, 'Perhaps that's why he didn't simply kill me. I have to believe that, don't I? That he held enough love for me that he couldn't draw the blade.' The thought brought another question to mind and before Damen could think better of it, he asked, 'Do you know if he still lives?'
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Date: 2016-09-06 03:46 am (UTC)He took a sip from his newest glass, ran his thumb along the rim thoughtfully. Then said, 'Perhaps that's why he didn't simply kill me. I have to believe that, don't I? That he held enough love for me that he couldn't draw the blade.' The thought brought another question to mind and before Damen could think better of it, he asked, 'Do you know if he still lives?'