Her TLNT wasn't mind-reading, but truth-hearing. She heard the love behind "I'm fine," the fear behind "I don't care." A brutal, rational empathy.
His TLNT was simple: things broke. Not hearts, but bones. Not silence, but screams. It was a loud, uncomplicated gift, and he loved it.
His TLNT was pure calculation. He saw the optimal path to any desire. People weren't obstacles, just resources to be consumed on his way.
Their TLNT was a cage. Go build your own key.
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