Solrin’s left eye—newly uncovered—took in the sight of Nathan along with his right, and something in his face shifted. His mouth dropped open and he gaped, totally in awe. “Itisyou…” he breathed.
“What?” Nathan didn’t understand why Solrin was looking at him so reverently.
“I didn’t believe at first, that it was you,” Solrin said, leaning closer into Nathan and grabbing up both his wrists this time with gentle fervor, “but the more I have been around you, I have begun to feel the command in your presence, to believe in it.”
“Uhh…dude, I’m not all that commanding. Really.”
“But you are,” Solrin insisted, his mouth twisting into the strangest version of a smile, delirious maybe, like he thought Nathan was the only worthwhile thing in the universe. “You are glorious. I can see it.”
“See…what?”