It was an indescribable feeling.
Butterfly tugged at the hem of her garment, her magnificent prosthetic eyes shifting as they always did, though they seemed to harbor a different emotion this time.
She glanced at the mark visible on the boy’s trousers, a faint trail of light dancing from her fingertip. With a calm motion, she sliced a seam into the fabric, then tapped the instrument with her finger to slacken its grip.
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