[ He stared across at Daryl like he'd just grown a second head, which considering what he was asking wasn't entirely out of the question. His eyes crinkled, thoughtful. ]
It really doesn't work like that, and I can't imagine that you would believe anything that I did. What would satisfy you? If I turned water into wine? Perhaps I should set something on fire.
There are scars on your back. You hide them with wings of your own. What we appear to be isn't always what we are.
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[ He stared across at Daryl like he'd just grown a second head, which considering what he was asking wasn't entirely out of the question. His eyes crinkled, thoughtful. ]
It really doesn't work like that, and I can't imagine that you would believe anything that I did. What would satisfy you? If I turned water into wine? Perhaps I should set something on fire.
There are scars on your back. You hide them with wings of your own. What we appear to be isn't always what we are.