[Daneca opens her mouth to respond, but she closes it because she quickly realizes she doesn't know what to say.]
[This boy sitting beside her isn't the Cassel that she knows, that she remembers. She can see him still in there. Shades of him keep clawing their way out to the surface and make him fidget and uncomfortable in his own skin, but that's not the face she sees when she looks at him. There's a boy that can think outside himself, that can see people for more than what he wants them to be. There's a boy that Daneca wanted to see more of all along.]
[There's a friend.]
[Her voice is soft like maybe she's afraid she'll scare him away.]
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[This boy sitting beside her isn't the Cassel that she knows, that she remembers. She can see him still in there. Shades of him keep clawing their way out to the surface and make him fidget and uncomfortable in his own skin, but that's not the face she sees when she looks at him. There's a boy that can think outside himself, that can see people for more than what he wants them to be. There's a boy that Daneca wanted to see more of all along.]
[There's a friend.]
[Her voice is soft like maybe she's afraid she'll scare him away.]
You've changed.