[He'll know it if he sees it. A murmur of assent, and then he allows himself to swim in the sensation. Not just of love, but of being loved, of knowing that that can't be taken away from you, can't be stolen. Security, or as close to it as people like them can get.]
[There's a difference between subservience and inclusion, between obsession and love. Sometimes he feels sick, wondering what would've happened if he'd never had the chance to learn that here. To be told that he's not a tool. That he doesn't deserve to be hurt. That he doesn't need to be useful.]
[That he's blessed.]
[He opens his eyes and smiles, bright as the sun.]
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[There's a difference between subservience and inclusion, between obsession and love. Sometimes he feels sick, wondering what would've happened if he'd never had the chance to learn that here. To be told that he's not a tool. That he doesn't deserve to be hurt. That he doesn't need to be useful.]
[That he's blessed.]
[He opens his eyes and smiles, bright as the sun.]
We have.