"Miss the black sometimes," she murmured. She looked out the nearest available window, sighing a little to herself. "Earth That Was is a jewel, but the black is the jeweler's display." Squinting at the light, she watched his movements carefully. "Wasn't always. Cut into a soldier's cloth." Her eyes remained glued to his movements, her body language withdrawn and cautious. "Can't help it."
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