[ He said that his father cursed him, and while that might be true, there was something else as well.

Moving just a bit closer, reaching for him and putting a hand on top of his (right, not left), she smiled calmly, expression smooth and unwavering. ]

Then is it really such a curse? To be able to see the good in something so many see as only evil. To be able to see them as still human, despite everything. Isn't that, in some ways, a gift?