“Poor soul...” Sade knelt in front of Noah, cupping his hollow cheeks and stroking his lumpy head with awful, motherly tenderness. “You know it’s not true. Mundus made you this way long before we met.”
And with the same tenderness, she simply twisted his head around.
His neck cracked, and Noah finally fell silent. For a while.
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