…You seek my eyes?
Then see it all.
Vision is the price of sight.
You saw the flames, tasted the stench of burning flesh, the sickening lurch of hunger that smells meat in the fire, knowing it for your kin…Burning.
You walked with me blindly through the night, pulled by the Guardian, wishing for your own death, theirs stark in your eyes.
Your mind touched my dreaming by the wood-stone.
I saw you then.
Showed you the way…
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