She reached out, tentatively at first. Gathering her courage, she touched that face. "I just don't know you. Deucalion holds you back so tightly. I only truly see you when he's angry. I didn't know…"
His eyes shot to her. "Know what? That I could be soft?"
She shrugged apologetically.
He took her hands again, very carefully. "Well, I can be. I can be anything you need me to be. But you're right to fear me."
She frowned a little. "What do you mean?"
He looked away, agony etching lines on that beautiful, alien face. "The way I lost control, the way I hurt you."
Gently, Allison pulled her hands out of his so she could grab his face and turn him to her. "I forgave both of you a long time ago. You were protecting him; I get it. And you just said that you're his violence."
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