[ His brow creases with a light pinch, so faint that it's only visible with her watching his face. Twice has he heard her voice utter that word now. She has nothing for which to thank him, and certainly nothing of which to envy.
He was human, once. He is still human, in some part. But he is also one of the Lucii, and more besides. ]
There is naught to envy of the dead . . . nor is appearance the mark of humanity.
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He was human, once. He is still human, in some part. But he is also one of the Lucii, and more besides. ]
There is naught to envy of the dead . . . nor is appearance the mark of humanity.