Asleif bowed her head. "Thou art... most perceptive, Vincent," she told him.
"Truth be told, I art used to keeping others at a distance. Mine siblings, doth those who hath come with me, and those at home. Save thee and perhaps... a small mortal, I hath no friends.
I excused mineself from emotions, looked down upon the worlds as though quite on-high. And yet here, with thee, I find myself... humbled, giving in to softer emotions."
"I know not what to make of mineself."
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