He can't stop looking at her. Even now, seeming almost human, she is a sight to behold as she is bathed in the golden light of an early sunset. He doesn't question how she'd found the cabin they are in now, chalks it up to her angelic powers - finding shelter certainly seemed fitting for a creature like her. Instead, his mind keeps racing, wondering why fate decided to bring the two of them, and in a place like that. Wonders how long she'd already been there, before they captured him in his moment of carelessness. Wonders what they'd done to her, if they'd known what the dark would do to her, if they had planned it. Wonders what will happen next, now that they're free. 

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