[The way it looks at her is intense, like a physical presence weighing her down with its gaze. There is no malice there, nothing to indicate that it recognises her as an individual at all. It is pure sight, something that seeks knowledge of suffering and pain but there's nothing personal about it.
Perhaps that would be preferable, knowing that she at least meant something.
It slowly begins to stand again, gaze never faltering, soaking in the fear, the frustration and hurt.]
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Perhaps that would be preferable, knowing that she at least meant something.
It slowly begins to stand again, gaze never faltering, soaking in the fear, the frustration and hurt.]