[Douman turns. Their eyes are sharp, black, like shards of polished obsidian. Its hard to say that a man with those eyes could be the same one that was giving into their own despair only moments ago.]
[After a stare, Douman just huffs, mouth curving into a smile without feeling.]
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[Douman turns. Their eyes are sharp, black, like shards of polished obsidian. Its hard to say that a man with those eyes could be the same one that was giving into their own despair only moments ago.]
[After a stare, Douman just huffs, mouth curving into a smile without feeling.]
...You wouldn't understand, anyways. Hm.