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Spoilers: Yes, for 3.22
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not mine, just borrowing. Y'all know who they belong to.
She almost tripped over the vagrant where he sat, close to the doorway. He was huddled beneath filthy rags, and wore what appeared to be a faded and tattered PK uniform. But he wasn't begging. Just sitting, staring straight ahead. Old, tired, and lifeless.
Deserving of her disdain. Nothing more.
She despised his kind.
Lazy, worthless, undisciplined. Unusual to see a Sebacean like that. Unheard of for a peacekeeper.
She saw her daughter's keen eyes follow her gaze, and saw her pitying expression. There was a side to her that was exclusively her father. She didn't want her to see this man. The dregs of life. The antithesis of what they were. What she wanted for her daughter.
They turned away and entered the building without a backward glance.
* * *
He had known that one day, he would see her again.
But the young woman, too. Well, that was a bonus. He had never thought he'd see his twin's child.
Aeryn was unchanged. Unlike him. Still a beautiful, stunning woman. Haughty, attractive, commanding. Taking control of her daughter's life. Removing her and protecting her from him.
How could she know that he would never harm her daughter? The girl with raven hair and blue-grey eyes, so like his mother's.
It was as close as he would ever get.
