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She doesn’t know what light is, a voice comes. Knox doesn’t know whose it is, anymore. He is wondering if she knows what love is, too. How can she, if she thinks she loves him? Knox has loved so little. He loves Manhattan, he thinks. He once, for a flicker of a moment, loved his brother. In that second when Archibald was dead, an image before his misinformed figure of the end, Knox loved him. Now he loves no one. He waits for the day Archibald truly passes. He waits for the moment when Manhattan gives up on him, freeing him even of that burden of loving her. He is waiting, always waiting--or someone, some ancestor, is. Knox doesn’t know anymore. “You don’t see me,” Knox says with a thick scowl that hangs unevenly off of Dovev’s square and roman features. Somewhere at the edges of his eyes, silver dances and smoke begins to spread. “If you did, you’d never think I was a light.” The blindness leaps forth, striking out towards Aylin with the cruelest of intentions. If she can only hear him, hear this other voice of an ancestor she doesn’t know--if she can only feel him, feel him hurting her, will she understand then? If she can’t see that bridle that hangs across his features, will she forget that any part of the stallion who breathes heavy upon her features, the one who walks forward now menacingly, is Knox? — knox</style> |
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