Clare
She had nothing to say to that, he was right, and she didn’t understand. Clare couldn’t deny that there was honour in keeping your word, no matter how ancient it sounded. Dropping her head in shame, his pace slowed as he put a hand over her shoulder, “This world has a lot of darkness but there’s also good in it. Deceptors are a good example, their compassion is that which we can never understand, you should know, you have lived as one for eight years.
Your emotions are more human than descendants, but you are still a Lightwatcher, and in our line of work human emotions will just get you killed. Holding on to him.” He gestured behind Clare with his indicating by ‘him’ he meant the mysterious man, “He will just make it sooner for you Clare.”
She glared at the harsh undertone, “So you don’t love, or feel, soulless hah? You said you loved my mother?”