The memory rose, unbidden, startlingly clear. It was her last taint-free memory from before Ashoken: children playing catch-me; the man in the shadows with the old-white hair, the young-handsome face, the ancient-sad eyes. She'd seen him and felt intensely sad for him, and the answer to sad was a hug, like her mother had given her, a hug and words.
I'll love you forever.
Revulsion swept through her. "You were in love with a child?"
"No. I watched you grow, become strong and beautiful and --"
Dakshana studied his face. She had seen that expression before.
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