(Amaia)
Rigel stands absolutely still while every eye in the hall is focused on him. Eyes closed, stance relaxed, legs slightly parted with his hands still tucked safely in his pockets.
My eyes refuse to leave his dangerously handsome face. I count seconds with a bated breath.
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'Please, don't be suffering in there.'
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His face is calm like the surface of a summer lake; not a single crease appears on his forehead. Nor does he scream.
How hellish his life has been that nothing is fazing him.
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Saiph uneasily shifts from one foot to another. A hint of surprise passes on his face. I imagine he has never seen someone undergo his nightmares with such calmness and finesse.
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Rigel's eyes open, and he stares directly at Saiph before calmly saying.
"That was easy. I thought it would be more challenging."
"Impressive!"
"Did he just overcome the nightmare without even letting out a single scream?"
"How did he do that?"
