[ She spoke of ideas much greater than Noth, who had only learned to survive by being on his own. The only family he'd been with owned him. He didn't belong, but he belonged to it. And yet, after escaping the witches, he always had that desire in the back of his head — to be a part of something that would be good to him, to which he'd be good in return.
Magic healed the scars on his skin. Scars on the inside… he'd never thought of them. The way she described them; what composed them. Part of Noth wondered if he could claim such a thing. The other was firm on the belief that he had no right to do so. ]
My scars are gone. Only the memory is left.
[ And he went quiet, looking down, not knowing what else to say. ]
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Magic healed the scars on his skin. Scars on the inside… he'd never thought of them. The way she described them; what composed them. Part of Noth wondered if he could claim such a thing. The other was firm on the belief that he had no right to do so. ]
My scars are gone. Only the memory is left.
[ And he went quiet, looking down, not knowing what else to say. ]