[Nanashii had always been pretty hard to read. Only because she'd spent so much of their time spent together watching him...noting the tiniest changes in his facial features, the tensing and relaxing of his shoulders in reaction to the events around him...was she ever able to get much out of him at all.]

[But even she had to admit a gun to the face, even if he didn't fire in the end, was a pretty big tell that her feelings weren't reciprocated. Not then.]

I used to think so.

But now...I'm thankful to be here. Keelai gave me a second chance at life, and a chance to do some good for once.