Between
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" I see you, even when no one else does. "
xxxxxxxx Haunted by more than his own past, there's a sliver of something foreboding when you look him directly in the eyes. Something that says run, run as fast as you can and you want to ask where to, but there's never a good answer for that. There's a lot said in nothing, isn't there, anyways?
He collects old trinkets, things that held value for someone before him, no matter their material value now. Diaries and cheap jewelry, unfinished novels, a well-worn piece of clothing that's too faded, too full of holes, to be passed down any more generations. You'll find him asking about where every little thing came from, or rambling on the travels something has gone through to make it into your possession. It's as if he hears more than just what's spoken aloud.
Sight is hit or miss, mostly miss.
But The Sight?
All it does is make you miss. Miss people.xxxxxxxx
