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He could sense her before he could see her. The lack of a sense of self. Everyone thought they knew despair but the truth was that what most felt was sorrow, grief, fear. True despair was a lack of all of that, it was absolution, oblivion, a certainty that not matter who, what or how you feel none of it mattered. They couldn’t help but stare across the room perhaps to intensely but Pythius thrived off her emotional state it was impossible to resist their nature of watching this one. His lips moved only slightly but the other would be able to hear the demonic trill as if they were inside her mind “who do you think you are?”