7 - Truth
The man had walked into his bakery just before closing and had stayed there, patiently waiting. Harry knew who he was, had seen him in the company of the Detective. He was their Captain.
He was more than just that.
Harry flipped the sign on the door to 'Closed' and busied himself with cleaning up – he could be patient as well, nowadays.
"What are you?" The police captain finally asked, voice calm – undaunted. There was no outward sign that he was anything more than human, but the wizard could sense the power hidden underneath the man's skin.
So he looked up, meeting those piercing eyes for a long silent moment.
"I am… a long way from home." Harry finally answered – but his eyes conveyed the deeper truth: I am nothing you have seen before, I am what I am, me alone.
A truth laid bare - for those who could read it.
Captain Renard nodded, stood and walked away.
The Master of Death was left wondering what it was he had found in the other man's eyes. He thought it might have been a form of protective concern.
But he wasn't sure – it had been hidden far too deeply.
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