His eyes close, and his brow knits. It's as if the weight he bears is physical, grinding him down.
'He does not -- has never known love.' His voice trails off at that, but his eyes open, beseeching her. 'Can you imagine? Living a life without even the memory of it? Without understanding it at all?'
Re: Sunshine awake
His eyes close, and his brow knits. It's as if the weight he bears is physical, grinding him down.
'He does not -- has never known love.' His voice trails off at that, but his eyes open, beseeching her. 'Can you imagine? Living a life without even the memory of it? Without understanding it at all?'