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Through the glimmer of light streaming from the window pane, he watched the features of her face, searching for any feelings. He found nothing but coldness radiating from her and creeping from her limbs to his. Then he felt as if the dark darkness in his room was inhabited by a willful demon conspiring with the sadness and despair that were ravaging his wings and suffocating him. He turned from his slumber. He pushed Fiora away violently, he said as the words came out of his mouth hissing Anger: Fiora, get out of my face.