Cool reviewers spurred me on. I don't think it's quite as good as the first one… but I still like it, so up it goes!
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It always amazed her how kind he was. She had learned years ago that people who looked at his face often automatically feared him, finding his lack of eyes distressing even in this world of mockeries. Truth be told, he was probably more genuine than some of the ones who only had a few cyber brain enhancements. Certainly, despite the hard angles of his face and the grim determination he held, he was still one of the kindest men she knew.
Most people in section 9 knew about his weakness for dogs. But she hadn't told anyone about the little girl in the church, and his face as she had reached for his hand, begging to hear the words her father would never say. She never told them about how, on the flight home from Berlin, he had held a statue of the golden angel that had been his post for so long in one of his large hands, staring out the window of the plane with his cybernetic eyes. She did not mention in her endless reports the check he had sent to the German association for orphans.
He probably thought – or hoped – that she hadn't noticed.
No, she decided, he had always known that nothing would get past her; and he rarely tried to hide it.
It probably explained why he had never tried to hide his protectiveness for her.
It didn't, however, explain why (even if, deep in the part of her ghost she often fancied dead, she knew.)