[ This is when he stands up, walks as close to her as he has ever been when he was not that other person, and looks her in the eyes. And for one small moment, he hides absolutely nothing. None of it. Not the pain nor the anger... nor the hate. All of it, over two thousand years of it. There's no artifice to the act; even he isn't sure what exactly is in his eyes. He simply drops the curtain. ]
Are you so certain... that you wish to know about me?
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[ This is when he stands up, walks as close to her as he has ever been when he was not that other person, and looks her in the eyes. And for one small moment, he hides absolutely nothing. None of it. Not the pain nor the anger... nor the hate. All of it, over two thousand years of it. There's no artifice to the act; even he isn't sure what exactly is in his eyes. He simply drops the curtain. ]
Are you so certain... that you wish to know about me?