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Marc watched Steven distantly from behind their shared eyes. He watched with affection. With tenderness. Protectively. Maybe even with a trace of jealousy.
That was why he couldn’t allow himself to let Steven find out. Find out about him. About the life that he led when Steven was asleep.
He couldn’t bring himself to disrupt the soft, fragile life that Steven led. It was far from perfect, but so peaceful.
Steven didn’t have to worry about gods, about monsters, about blood on his hands.
Marc looked into the mirror at Steven’s eyes. How could he bear to break that illusion?
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