[He's seen that look before in a child just as young as this one. The familiarity of it makes him pause when she turns, not sure if the anger is directed at him or at the world.]
I can see as much.
[His voice is gentle and calm and he fully expects her to get even angrier for it.]
Is that blood your own?
[He asks, because he knows it's very likely that it's not.
Since, after all, the last time he'd seen a child like this was in a mirror.]
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I can see as much.
[His voice is gentle and calm and he fully expects her to get even angrier for it.]
Is that blood your own?
[He asks, because he knows it's very likely that it's not.
Since, after all, the last time he'd seen a child like this was in a mirror.]