[ Still, he averts his gaze, carding a hand back through his hair in exasperation. (His temper hasn't gotten much better, though he tries and tries to get a handle on it. It makes him sad, now, more often than not; a shadow of a man passing through the streets, not looking anywhere or at anyone.)
She still loves him. And that realization hurts more than any penance. ]
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[ Still, he averts his gaze, carding a hand back through his hair in exasperation. (His temper hasn't gotten much better, though he tries and tries to get a handle on it. It makes him sad, now, more often than not; a shadow of a man passing through the streets, not looking anywhere or at anyone.)
She still loves him. And that realization hurts more than any penance. ]
Doesn't mean everyone'd agree with you.