"To help you, silly." Cerisdel pointed out with an offended frown. "You have asked for my help and it seems to me that you are quite in need of an individual to help comfort you."
"I don't have any need for that—!" Lukas bristled.
"So you say, but the way you spoke was not only out of my sake but for the sake of your own self. I saw the relief in your eyes at being understood, at finally having someone to listen to your words and be known. I… I have known others who are just like you."
Lukas had a feeling that she was only talking about herself, but he didn't bother to say that.
Perhaps she saw a reflection of herself in him—as if she was looking at a mirror. Trapped in a cave, and with others around her, but not being completely known all the same.
