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He runs a hand through bronze hair, golden eyes falling to the defined shape of his sister’s jaw; it is clenched rather tightly and he has to wonder just what has her so frustrated. Listening to her thoughts used to be a painful experience; both of them proved talented in the art of reading minds           they were truly two sides of the same coin         but he could hear voices he could already hear in his own head pouring through hers. It was a slight headache; like a dull ringing; but he had learned to pick apart her voice from the rabble. What’s eating you ? He thinks, looking at his lunch tray, prodding at food he would not eat.